#Edible Cookie Dough Store

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Satisfy Your Sweet Tooth Discovering Cookie Dough Shops Near You

Satisfy Your Sweet Tooth Discovering Cookie Dough Shops Near You Cookie Dough Shops Near You.If you're a cookie lover like me, you know that there's something truly magical about cookie dough. Its irresistible taste and creamy texture can transport you back to childhood, when sneaking a spoonful of dough was a special treat. But what if I told you that you can now enjoy safe-to-eat cookie dough in a variety of flavors, right in your own neighborhood? That's right – cookie dough shops are popping up all over the country, offering a delicious and nostalgic twist on the classic treat. Join me on a journey to discover the best cookie dough shops near you!

The Rise of Cookie Dough Shops

In recent years, edible cookie dough has become a popular dessert trend, and cookie dough shops have capitalized on this craze. These shops offer a variety of cookie dough flavors that are safe to eat raw, thanks to heat-treated flour and without eggs. This allows customers to enjoy the taste of cookie dough without the worry of foodborne illness.

What to Expect

When you visit a cookie dough shop, you can expect to find a wide range of flavors to choose from, including classic chocolate chip, sugar cookie, and peanut butter, as well as more unique flavors like s'mores, red velvet, and birthday cake. Some shops even offer vegan and gluten-free options, so there's something for everyone to enjoy.

The Experience

Walking into a cookie dough shop is a treat for the senses. The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the air, and the sight of colorful dough in various stages of preparation is sure to make your mouth water. Many shops also offer toppings and mix-ins, allowing you to customize your dough to your liking.

Finding Cookie Dough Shops Near You

Finding cookie dough shops near you is easy, thanks to the power of the internet. A quick search online or on a mapping app will reveal a list of shops in your area, along with their hours of operation and customer reviews. You can also check social media for updates and promotions from your favorite shops.

Conclusion

In conclusion, cookie dough shops offer a fun and delicious twist on a classic treat. Whether you're a longtime cookie dough fan or looking to satisfy your sweet tooth in a new way, visiting a cookie dough shop is sure to be a memorable experience. So why wait? Grab a spoon and indulge in some safe-to-eat cookie dough today!

[guinevereslancelot]

[deesblanketfort]

Edible cookie dough recipe for regressors ☆´ˎ˗︶︶︶

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Who doesn't love cookies? Or, alternatively, who doesn't love scraping the bowl for leftover cookie dough? Because I love it, a lot, it makes me feel very small! That's why I started looking for edible cookie dough recipes, and after some tests and adaptations I made my very own recipe!

Basic Ingredients ☆´ˎ˗

for every 1 cup of all purpose flour, you'll need...

🥣: 1/2 cup of brown sugar

🍪: 1/2 cup of softened salted butter

🥣: 1/4 cup of milk

You can use granulated sugar instead of brown sugar for a more sugar cookie-like flavor

You can use edible flours (such as: almond flour, coconut flour) instead of all purpose flour and skip the heat treating step altogether

Instructions ☆´ˎ˗

🍪: Heat treating the flour: to make sure the flour is safe to eat raw you'll need to heat treat it. This can be done in three ways

With an oven: Preheat the oven to 350°F (180°C). Spread the flour on a tray, over baking paper, and bake it for 5-8 minutes

With a stove: spread the flour in a saucepan, turn the heat to low and stir it for ~2 minutes. Be careful to not burn the flour!

With a microwave: Microwave the flour for 30 seconds and stir the flour so the heat can be evenly distributed, and repeat the process 2-4 times. Remember to use a microwave-safe bowl!

🥣: Mix in the butter and sugar, and whisk them together until fluffy

🍪: Add the flour and the milk to the mixture and mix until homogeneous. The end result should have a soft and thick texture and hold itself together well.

Adding in flavor ☆´ˎ˗

Now, if the plain cookie dough isn't enough, here's some extra ingredients for specific flavors

🥣: 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract for a classic vanilla flavor

🍪: 2 tablespoons of peanut butter for a peanut butter flavor

🥣: 2 teaspoons of coffee powder for a coffee flavor

Adding the sprinkles ☆´ˎ˗

To finish off, a perfect cookie is usually adorned with sprinkles for added texture and colorfulness! This step is completely optional

🍪: Traditional chocolate chips

🥣: All kinds of confetti, hundreds & thousands, etc

🍪: M&Ms or skittles

🥣: Chopped chocolate

🍪: Chopped nuts

Enjoy! ☆´ˎ˗

🥣: This recipe serves around 6 portions and the measures can be cut or increased for less or more portions

🍪: This recipe can be stored in a fridge for around a week and can be added to ice creams and milkshakes

🥣: This recipe cannot be baked! It was made to be eaten raw

[archangeldyke-all]

in my mind sev is such a bookworm so what about her and a reader who’s a baker and they live in the apartment above this really cute bookshop/bakery/cafe that they run and it’s like really cute and really gay and like i can see sev getting so excited whenever someone buys a book she likes and like youve got to stop her from spoiling the whole plot to the poor customer and she so steals all the pastries and cookies and cakes like no sev that’s for the cafe tomorrow and idk how bookshops work but i’d imagine they get books shipped in a few days before they release so they can stock them on release day so sevvy would be so excited to get to read whatever sequel or new book she’s looking forward to early idk this idea just feels really cute to me

just so fucking cute.

men and minors dni

sevika really tries to hate you.

when you move in to the vacant store next to hers and open your bakery, (when you move into the apartment next to hers upstairs) sevika decides on night one that she's going to hate you.

because, unlike a bookstore owner who can flop out of bed and open the store in her pajamas at ten, a baker has to be up at the crack of dawn to prepare for the day ahead.

which means at three in the morning, sevika wakes up to the sound of you showering on the opposite side of the thin wall separating your apartments, and then she's woken up again at four when a delivery truck full of flour and sugar stops outside your shops.

her grudge doesn't last long, though.

she doesn't even manage to hold it for a solid twelve hours, because during lunch, you close your bakery for thirty minutes and pop in to her little bookstore, asking for a recommendation from her-- 'something easy to read when there's a lull.'

sevika can never help herself from gushing about a good book. so you crack her grumpy facade a bit with that.

and when you offer to pay in fresh baked chocolate chip cookies-- sevika falls head over heels in love with you-- grudge completely forgotten.

it doesn't take long for the two of you to make it official. and it doesn't take long for you to turn your two separate businesses into one.

now, people can come into your bakery for a treat, grab a book, and find a cozy nook in the vast store of winding shelves and fluffy cushions to read and snack in.

now, sevika's most loyal customers can grab a snack while they sit at her little check out desk and discuss plot points with her in hushed, excited tones.

now, sevika can trudge downstairs with you when you wake up in the early morning and sleep on one of the couches near your kitchen, keeping you company with her snores as you knead dough and scoop muffins. (she can also send you up to take a nap when you inevitably crash around two in the afternoon after all your pastries are baked. 'you already cooked 'em babe, i can't burn 'em now. i know how to use a cash register-- go rest.')

and i can just imagine that as time passes and your seperate apartments upstairs turn into one home-- the backyards of your little shops would turn into one big garden, where sevika can sit and read to you in the evenings as you both sip on tea and share a new recipe you're experimenting with. (you grow all the berries you use in your pastries right there, all the herbs you need for your teas, a bunch of edible flowers for fancy displays and for your bees-- where you get your honey. you grow some veggies for sevika too-- she loves making you dinner after you've been in the kitchen all day.)

ugh. imagine how many store-cats you'd have. SO CUTE.

so cute. omg.

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[ohbabydollie]

goofy dad schlatt (inspo @lovable-liar)

first things first, he refuses to have ipad children, will buy them toys, books, etc. but NO ipad

30 minutes a day MAX if they do get an ipad from a family member

loves reading books to them, will do voices, bring out hand puppets, the whole works if it means they’re happy

will ask people for favors if the kid wants something

“ted, just sing the damn song for my kid”

he tends to be the more fun parent

you’ll send him and your kid to the grocery store with a list and they do come back with the items and maybe a little more

“edible cookie dough? schlatt, i didn’t put this on the list!”

“sorry doll, but the kiddo was beggin’ for it”

came back with a cat once which you were slightly upset about but it ended up being one of your favorites

“thought ya said ya didn’t want the kitty” schlatt says smiling

“shut up, she’s grown on me” you say petting the cat as it lays on your chest, cooing at it when it purrs

will do the most during christmas for your kids

putting up decorations as soon as thanksgiving is over so when they wake up they can decorate the tree with him

will make gingerbread houses, cookies, make them watch the classic movies, etc.

buys them christmas advent calendars

makes sure everything is perfect for christmas morning

reads them books at bedtime

loves tucking them in when he gets the chance

teaches his kids to play baseball and makes sure to go easy on them

if anyone else is with them he’ll scold them if they throw the ball too hard and almost hit his kid

if his kid asks what he does he just tells them that he makes videos online for money

sometimes it causes a phone call home

“my husband does make videos online and yes he yells a lot but they aren’t what you think…NO HE DOESN’T DO PORNOGRAPHY!”

lots of the single moms flirting with him at games which he has to shut down real fast

sometimes their the mother of their kids’ friends which makes pickup awkward when both of you go to pick them up

the teenage years get worse though, but that’s a story for another time

[realecosia]

Edible cookie dough recipe, safe to eat!

Ingredients:

(Makes 8 servings)

1 cup all-purpose flour

¾ cup packed brown sugar

½ cup butter

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

½ teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons milk

½ cup milk chocolate chips

½ cup mini chocolate chips

Instructions:

Put the flour in the microwave for 1 ½ minutes, stir in 15 second increments. This gets rid of bacteria, making the raw flour safe to eat

Melt the butter and let it cool to room temperature (if you don't, the chocolate melts and it'll harden a lot once it cools down. Been there, done that. Still edible, but weird texture.)

Mix all the ingredients and enjoy. Store in fridge or freeze if it ends up being too much!

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Tagging people I feel would appreciate this:

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day Two Christmas Cookies (Michael Myers)

Welcome to day 2! The notes I leave at the top of these are pretty self explanatory so I'll make this one short and sweet and I hope you guys enjoy! <3.

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluffy, No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. SFW.

The flour was spread out onto the counter in front of you as you took the ball of sugar cookie dough you had just mixed together and gently sat it down onto the floury spot. You pressed it down flat and grabbed your rolling pin ready to roll out enough to use the holiday cookie cutters you had picked up at the store recently.

You sighed an annoyed sigh before rolling your eyes and looking up at the dark door frame and the looming figure just behind it.

"Ya know Michael, it's not Halloween anymore. You have the free time to come and help me"

You said sarcastically into the abyss of the darkness past the kitchen door. You could see the dark mass in said abyss shift slightly. Followed by an ever so slight change in breathing before it went back to the normal steady pace. You shrugged.

"Fine then, I guess if you don't want to help you don't want any of the cookies when they're done"

You then continued your work. Pressing the wooden rolling pin down onto the dough mound before moving it back and forth to roll out an even sheet to fit just the right amount of cookie cutters into. Michael's thoughts were so loud you could almost here them.

"What? Me the shape of Haddonfield baking Christmas cookies?"

You could almost hear them going through his head in his voice that it had been years since you last heard. A smile broke across your face at the funny thought of Michael being offended that you had even asked, so much so you almost forgot he was even there.

You picked up the cookie cutters and starting to place them down onto the dough to map out how many you could get when you heard the old chair beyond that abyss creak. Almost as if a massive weight was lifted off of it.

You looked up and through the darkness of the not lit dining room, you could make out the silhouette of the stark white mask that he always insisted to wear even around you.

"Care to finally join me Michael?"

You asked, holding up a reindeer cookie cutter so he could see it. You weren't sure when the last time Michael had done anything remotely festive had been, well maybe if you count the yearly Halloween massacres he goes on, You figured it had probably been in Smith's Grove when he was still a kid inside those walls.

You could picture the doctors and guards possibly unenthusiastically giving the underage patients various Christmas "crafts" to do, even though the doctors and nurses secretly just wished to be home with their own families and not Michael Myers himself.

Michael made his way around the counter to loom behind you. You could feel his eyes through the mask piercing through your back as you just carried on with the cookies as usual.

You reached over and picked up a candy cane shaped cookie that had been taken out of the oven earlier that night and was already cool and handed it over to Michael.

You stood and watched as he inspected the cookie as if it were a foreign object he had never seen before.

"You can taste it if you'd like Michael"

His eyes connected to yours for a moment, before a giant hand came up to pull his mask slightly away from his face. His other hand lifted the cookie up to his mouth and a distinct crunch was heard when he bit into the cookie.

"So? whaddya think?"

Michael looked back up at you as he chewed the cookie. It had been forever since he had eaten anything even remotely as edible as this. When Michael was done chewing, with his eyes still locked onto yours he brought a giant hand up and patted the top of your head as if you were a dog being praised.

You let out a laugh at his actions

"I'll take that as you liked it?"

Michael nodded, it was rare for him that he was this...animated, even for you.

"Well thank you Mr. Myers. I'm honored that the shape of Haddonfield likes my Christmas cookies"

With another silent nod, Michael disappeared back into the unlit dining room just as quickly as he arrived. Though this time you heard him continue walking past his chair and towards what sounded like the front door.

You turned around looking for your knife you were using to cut the access dough and when you couldn't find it you called out to Michael.

"Michael! I just got done saying it's not Halloween!"

[kookieswan]

Ooo I don’t really have a specific request for headcanons/drabbles but maybe something fluffy involving NoW Yoongi? Like I wonder how he’s been doing. Has he been learning more about dating after the whole Jimin and Tae situation?

……. I have the perfect idea.

BAKING WITH NOW!YOONGI 🌸♥️

Chaos. Pure chaos but the fun kind.

You mention that you haven’t had cookies in a super long time and would love to make some from scratch since you always just buy the dough (and end up eating it).

“Cookies…? What is a cookie?”

Cue have to explain what a cookie is and what “from scratch” means. You essentially tell Yoon that baked goods are easier to make a specific way if you do them yourself. (Fluffy vs. Flat cookies is an example you use.)

He’d be very attentive, tentacles slowly slithering around you as he listens closely and looks at the pictures you pull up.

“It looks odd, almost like a rock. You are sure it is edible?”

Best believe you’ll be going to the store in the same day for all the ingredients because the wonder in his eyes was too much to handle. You need to make those cookies NOW.

“I have been waiting patiently. Is it cookie time now?”

It’s cookie time.

He’ll rummage through all the bags as you preheat the oven, being especially curious about the flour (it’s puffing out of the bag a little).

He’ll insist that he’ll be nothing but helpful as you get all the utensils ready.

He’s wrong, but it’s the thought that counts and you appreciate his help either way.

Tentacles would be everywhere; one trying to get something out of the fridge, two attempting measure out the flour, etc. it’s terrifying, hilarious, and endearing all at the same time.

“I have no need for human work, but I would be a very good chef. Your human knows nothing.” (Still a sore spot)

Yoongi would watch you take over, quietly contemplating to himself.

He may have peeked though the door once when Tae was over and saw Jimin do something that Tae liked, so…

A tentacle suddenly slaps your butt when you’re putting the round balls of dough onto the sheet, and the single ball might fly out of your hand as you turn to Yoongi with wide eyes.

Did the fish man just slap your ass?

Yes. Yes he did. And he looks very proud.

“I am showing affection. Do you like it?”

You don’t know wether to laugh or cry so you just say that it’s a very intimate gesture and Yoongi seems to understand.

He does it once more before the cookies finish.

It takes everything you have to keep him off the cookies after you pull them out of the oven. They’re very hot and you don’t want him to burn his mouth.

“I can handle it. I am very strong.”

Sure he is. You slap a tentacle with a wooden spoon more than once.

When you finally give him one…? Good luck keeping him away. He had a newfound love for chocolate chip cookies. The man will literally beg for them lmao.

“The human gets none. They are yours and mine only… A courting gift?”

[athenasdragon]

This recipe is from @ northwoodsfolk on instagram and the cookies are so good! I brought them to an event and they disappeared super fast and multiple people wanted the recipe. I can't find her on Tumblr but her instagram is here and her youtube is here. Just pasting this here because I frequently use Tumblr to archive recipes.

[Image of cookies also from original creator.]

The only notes from me, athenasdragon: I put the jam in the cookies before baking because that's how traditional thumbprint cookies are made and I prefer the texture. That worked great. I also added edible glitter to the icing to make it pearlescent. All directions below are copied and pasted.

Toadstool thumbprint cookies by northwoodsfolk

(Makes about 2 dozen) 1 cup butter, softened (226g) ⅓ cup sugar (70g) ⅓ cup light brown sugar, tightly packed (70g) 2 large egg yolks 1 teaspoon vanilla extract ½ teaspoon almond extract 2 cups all purpose flour (240g) 2 teaspoons cornstarch ½ teaspoon salt ½ cup sugar (for rolling) ½ cup strawberry or other red jam/preserves (105g) Icing: ½ cup confectioners sugar 1 ½ tablespoons milk ½ teaspoon vanilla Start by creaming together the butter and sugars in a large bowl, either with a stand mixer or hand mixer, until light and fluffy. Add in vanilla and almond extracts, as well as the egg yolks, and mix well. Add in dry ingredients and mix together slowly. The mixture will seem a bit dry and crumbly, but this is normal. Make sure to scrape the sides of the bowl down well, and feel free to use your hands to finish incorporating all the ingredients. Using a cookie scoop or simply your hands, grab about a tablespoon of dough and roll it into a ball. Roll the ball in sugar, and then place on lined baking sheet. Flatten a bit with the bottom of a clean glass. Using your fingers, indent to make little mushrooms. Play around a bit to get it right, if necessary. Chill in the freezer (or outside) for half an hour. While cookies are chilling, preheat oven to 375 F (190 C.)

Once cookies are chilled, bake in preheated oven for approximately 10-11 minutes, or until the edges of the cookies are just the slightest bit golden brown. Remove from oven and allow to cool completely. You may also imprint the toadstools again slightly if they’re puffed up. While cookies are cooling, mix all the icing ingredients in a small or medium bowl until smooth. If needed, add a tiny bit more milk. Once cookies are completely cool. Fill the toadstool cap with jam and stem with icing. Pipe tiny dots of icing on the cap using a piping bag or ziplock with a tiny bit of the corner snipped off. Or simply use white sprinkles. Store in airtight container and enjoy within a few days!

[thespiritssaidso]

(Shassie, btw)

Lassiter’s never once tried an edible

Because

Well

They were illegal when he was growing up

and he didn't want to try and get caught with an illegal drug

But they were made legal in '97 (? i think. that means he was like. 30 or so when they became legal)

ANYWAYS

Every once in a while Shawn will take a little bit of a gummy and chill and eat raw store bought cookie dough

So one day Lassiter decides he wants to try some

He (surprisingly) takes the same amount Shawn does, which is way too much for a beginner.

After about 30 minutes or so he feels like he’s going to implode.

The sheer amount of discomfort he’s feeling makes him nauseous so he can’t even try eating

So he just spends the rest of the day in bed mourning over his decision

Shawn gets home and is greeted by a grumpy Lassiter.

He asks what’s wrong

“I feel like I’ve been steamrolled into a pancake”

or something like that

He figured out Lassiter took too much edible.

Shawn didn’t know what to do so he had to call Gus.

Gus told him to try and get him to ingest activated charcoal to negate the effects of the edible

this could go two ways

one: he doesn't understand and asks why in the hell he should give actual charcoal to Lassiter

two: he understands and gets a coffee from starbucks with activated charcoal

either way Shawn gets Lassiter some activated charcoal

andd that's as far as i got lmao

[siriustar8]

Let Him Cook!

Jegulus microfic.

Regulus doesn’t know why he keeps getting roped into James’ crazy ideas, because there he is, on a Sunday afternoon, with enough flour on his face to feed an army. Next to him is James, elbow deep in what was supposed to be cookie dough, but looks more like the muddy sidewalks after rain. He’s huffing and puffing, glasses falling off the bridge of his nose, hair over his forehead, looking like Regulus’ wettest dream.

“Reg- Reggie, trust me, there’s no need to check the recipe. I am quite sure it said 5 eggs, I got this, just- please fix my glasses for me love, yeah?”

And Regulus does, of course he does. If james asks him to, he probably would smack a toddler with all his might. You see, the thing about Regulus is that he is absolutely smitten with James Potter. So when the latter asked him with puppy eyes to go to the store and fetch him the ingredients, he ran there with no second thoughts, eager to please. Even now, with James kneading the monstrosity he just made and trying to form it into a decent, edible looking shape, he is still so gone for him.

And don’t tell James, but Regulus would eat anything he makes, even if it had the smell of poison wafting from it.

[house-of-mirrors]

“at least I didn’t make Oil Fire” is my new affirmation. edible cookie dough recipe turned into gross goo? at least I didn’t make Oil Fire. grocery store stopped carrying my favorite snack? at least they didn’t replace it with Oil Fire. computer screen broke? at least it didn’t cause Oil Fire. etc.

The time I messed up rice and it made my dorm smell bad for days? At least I didn't make Oil Fire

I was gonna say "Annoying tumblr updates? At least they didn't push Oil Fire" but I wouldn't put it past them

[sweethoneyrose83]

Could you please do a cookie themed pizza for Toy Bonnie? Or a type of chocolate treat for Poppy from Poppy Playtime?

Toy Bonnie's Popstar Cookie Pizza 

Ingredients: - Store-bought cookie dough (enough for a large cookie) - Buttercream frosting (add 1-3 drops of blue food coloring to make it blue)  - Assorted colorful candies (like M&M's, Skittles, gummy bears, etc.) - Edible glitter or sprinkles for that popstar sparkle

Instructions:  1. Preheat your oven to the temperature specified on the cookie dough package. 2. Roll out the cookie dough into a large circle on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. 3. Bake the cookie dough according to package instructions until it's golden brown and cooked through. Let it cool completely. 4. Once cooled, spread a layer of buttercream frosting on top of the cookie to act as the "sauce." 5. Decorate your cookie pizza with the colorful candies and sprinkle edible glitter or sprinkles for that popstar glam! 6. Slice and enjoy your Toy Bonnie cookie pizza! 

Feel free to get creative with the decorations, adding edible flowers, chocolate chips, or any other favorite toppings to make it a truly superstar dessert!

[lillslillslilly]

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter two

She had spent the last fourteen hours kneading dough and mixing batter and rolling out mix until her hands locked, her head was light from dehydration and her stomach was practically screaming for something consumable. Though every millimetre of her five-foot-three self was monopolised in a dull ache from the uninterrupted production of baked goods, Maxine was glowing with relief, disbelief and reward at the milestone she had just accomplished.  She was not phased by the agonising hunger and thirst that her body desperately called out for; instead, it brought a subtle sense of peace, of solidarity to her mind, in tandem to the playlist of soft songs levitating from the speaker in the corner of the bakery, like an energy or an aura.

Positioned above the checkout area, the glass display case exposed a heavenly stash of perfectly browned croissants, glazed cinnamon rolls, an array of stacked cookies and chocolate-chunked brownies, buns and a clique of other devastatingly beautiful pastries and doughs. Shelves encompassing the store accommodated sourdoughs, whole wheats, ciabattas, baguettes, paninis, ryes… individually wrapped in some sort of cellophane material, accompanied by a little red ribbon holding it in place. A freshly polished glass casing lined the centre of the back cherry-red wall, occupied by several fresh pies – cherry, blackberry, peach, pumpkin, apple – each one satisfyingly golden and crisp. Pies were always Maxine’s favourites to make; she enjoyed watching them bake, fruit bubbling, seeping through the flawlessly measured lattice on top, eventually settling, leaving a dye of colour around the pastry. Below the array of pie, still filling the casing, lay angelic looking, soft to the touch, heavenly tasting cakes (two teared with a generous layer of butter icing between tears and coating the top of the exterior): Victoria sponge, triple chocolate, red velvet (the greatest creation in the whole world in the eyes of Max) and coffee and walnut. Depending on which she believed would suit best to each specific cake, Max had dusted them with either silver or gold edible glitter – very lightly as if it was from a fairy. The interior of the bakery also looked as though Maxine had waved a magic wand over it: everything was pristine, perfect. The magnolia walls hung paintings of all sorts of baked goods – paintings her best friend had created for her throughout their friendship ready to store in the bakery she always dreamed of, and so she had kept every single one from over the years for this exact purpose. Crimson, cursive LED lights hung above the checkout counter read ‘welcome’ to match the single red wall hosting the pies and cakes. Earlier in the week, Maxine had purchased two small, rounded, metal tables with shiny, metal, basket-like chairs for customers to eat-in. A few cans of red spray paint and an afternoon of DIY later, she had a small seating area to compliment the red theme that she had been going for. And of course, weaved around the legs of the tables and chairs, and among the sides of the checkout counter were fairy lights.

She was finishing writing products and prices on the colossal chalk board that had earlier been fused to the wall, when a faint but familiar knock presented itself at the door. Behind it: her best friend with a face full of excitement. This was the first time that she had let Wrenn see the bakery; the finished result. She wanted it to be perfect before she let anybody else see, not even her best friend, and now it was.

“Holy shit,” Wrenn gasped as she bounced inside of the store, encouraging her roommate to move to the side. “You did it, like actually. God, it’s just how you described it when we were younger.”

She’s looking around now, spinning in circles, her eyes fixing onto all the different views of the room, occasionally humming with agreement. She giggled at the sight of the fairy-lights knowing that Maxine could not and would not resist incorporating them into the design somehow. Amused, she paced around, letting her eyes bring in all of it.

Then she paused, frozen, glaring up at the paintings on the magnolia walls. She was silent for a moment (which was an unheard-of event for ‘Miss talks-a lot’), as she processed the familiar artwork that lay before her eyes. Wrenn herself broke the silence after gathering her thoughts with a near whisper, “You kept them? ALL of them?”

“Of course I did.” Maxine chuckled in reply, gently caressing the signature, Wrenn’s signature, at the edge of one of the canvases with a chocolate cupcake painted onto it.

“I said I would put them in my bakery, so I have. Besides, I think they bring the whole look together, you know?”

After few soft smiles were exchanged between the pair, Maxine found herself being tackled into a bear-hug, both girls still giggling like teenagers at a sleepover.

“I am really, really, really proud of you Maxie.”

“You are?”

“I am.”

It was starting to get darker earlier, October in the UK and all, and colder too. The bitter air bit at the girls sharp forcing Max to wrap her wine-red scarf around her, covering her nose and mouth. She was aware that it would be a late finish and a cold evening, so she had worn her black trench coat too. Maxine had never really minded the cold weather because she argued that one could always layer up to stay warm or drink a hot drink or tuck yourself in bed, and instead hated the summer. Wrenn always gave the opposing argument that summer in the UK was pathetic: it was barely hot, rained a lot and only lasted a few weeks.

“You’ll love summer abroad. We could go to Spain! Or Los Angeles! Or Portugal!” She’d say.

“We could lay in the sun and get tans and drink martinis.” She’d say.

“We can cool off in the pool and wear our bikinis all of the time.” She’d say.

But Max did not want to go to Spain or Los Angeles or Portugal. She did not want to lay in the sun. She did not want to drink martinis. She did not want to cool off in the pool. She did not want to wear her bikini all the time. And she certainly did not want the summer, though she agreed with her because that’s what friends do. However, she’d rather be curled up by a fireplace with a blanket and a book, some fairy-lights and candles glowing, a coffee, and rain splatting the window: undisturbed. That was what she wanted.

They had been strolling back in the direction their apartment for a while discussing their plans for the rest of the evening. Eventually, the two decided that they’ll stop at the coffee house that resides just beside their apartment block and then they’ll order a pizza and watch a movie to end their day. ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ was their final decision for the movie after a pointless debate on what to watch – this settled right in the middle of their choices: romance and comedy. Perfect – it was also one of Maxine’s favourites, so she felt as though she had still won regarding deciding the film.

‘LIVE LOUNGE COFFEE’ was quite vintage, classical from the outside. The exterior was a deep brown with vines growing along the wood like veins. It seemed quite tiny, secluded and still from the outside. It seemed untouched. Why had it taken them both so long to investigate this coffee house? Maxine especially had become dependent on caffeine, so why has she not visited the coffee house that is quite literally attached to her apartment? In a way, it never really crossed her mind; she hadn’t even fathomed that there was a coffee house attached to her apartment until Wrenn’s mentioning of it on their walk home. Better late then never though, she thought.

Wrenn pushed the door open into the shop, which was rather heavy so this must have been an old shop as they figured, and stepped in, Maxine close behind. She was taken by surprise – this is not what she had thought the interior would look like: it was so… modern; unique? Sofas of mix and matched colours and sizes and an additional similar array of armchairs consumed a lot of the interior. Bar stools and taller tables were dotted around two large speakers which outlined a stage-like area towards the back right hand side of the room. Nothing matched except the walls which were all white, however they were plastered in a series of different quotes and posters. Max was a perfectionist: everything she ever worked on was thought about so particularly for it to be perfect. She needed that control. This was nothing like that. This was unorganised and randomised… so why did she like it?

“Hmm, comfy,” she whispered under her breath as she untangled herself from her scarf, to which her friend turned to her with a facial expression of a mix of surprise and satisfaction.

“Coffee, a beverage that smells like fresh ground heaven,” Maxine read from one of the quotes on the wall to her left. “Amen to that.” Her eyes took one last stroll around the interior of the coffee house until they locked with an unfamiliar pair across the counter. She’d been so caught up with the interior that she hadn’t realised how empty it was, except this pair of forest-brown eyes connected to hers.

“Good evening. How are you?” spoke a soft voice – a soft voice that she did not recognise as her own, nor her best friend’s. A beautiful voice. An angelic voice. A calm voice. It was like music to her ears: blissful and sweet, but soft like feathers.

She realised she was still maintaining eye contact with this person’s exquisite set of russet eyes, and she felt herself burning up, turning red. She swallowed and quickly looked down at her feet. ‘What the fuck is happening?’ she thought to herself. Taking a slow and quiet deep breath Max repositioned her eyes once more, desperate to see the owner of the eyes she had connected with. Her muscles tensed and her breathing fastened. Her once blistery cold skin was now forming beads of sweat as she warmed up against her coat.

She started at the bottom so she could avoid the trance those eyes put her in. They wore a clearly loved pair of Doc Marten boots (she could tell from the frays and the scratches that consumed them), shiny and laced all the way to the top of the ankle. They connected to a pair of black jeans pulled over a long pair of legs. Her eyes glided up to their hips, flawlessly curved, falling into a petite waist shaped by a small apron pulled around it and tied with a bow. Her breathing heavied again, falling irregular now. After a moment of trying to collect herself, she continued her eyes on their journey up, analysing this stranger. One of their hands sat dominantly on their waist while the other was twirling the end of one of two long, midnight black braids, which reached just above it. There was a smooth, shiny coat of amethyst purple painted across their nails without a single chip and each of their fingers had a ring, some even having multiple, except for their thumbs and their wedding finger which remained empty. Each ring was a different colour, shape, style to the last – they were mix-matched like the furniture; Maxine shocking liked it, like the furniture. Her eyes were fixed for a second, until eventually continuing their investigation to their arms and shoulder, which were covered by the cotton sleaves of their black long-sleeved t-shirt. Around their neck dangled one singular silver necklace connected to a small charm of the initial ‘V’, which hung in the centre of their chest. Her eyes continued searching, flowing up their goosebump-covered neck. Was she cold? Was she nervous? Max was nervous. Three silver hooped earrings were situated in each lobe and an industrial bar, also silver, positioned itself diagonally at the top of their left ear. Wrenn and Max always debated silver or gold jewellery and she was always team silver; she assumed they were too. Her eyes proceeded to progress down their jawline, to their lips, which were coated in a thin layer of clear lip-gloss, smiling a toothless smile in her direction. Their lips were so full, especially the bottom one – perfectly plump and a rich rose shade. Their lips were flawless, so her eyes fixed onto them longer. Her hands stated to grow sweaty now, and she could feel her skin turning a raspberry shade of red again. Slowly, she inhaled another silent breath hoping to slow her racing heart or at least somewhat cool her down as she started at their lips. Eventually, she pulled her eyes up once again, resuming their travel to a nose ring – also a silver hoop (assuming to match with the lobe hoops) though it is thinner and smaller. Circling around the eyes she once connected with to avoid it happening again, they analysed the arch in their eyebrows, the perfect shape and the bar of jewellery that ran through the one on the right-hand side. Eyebrow piercing? Hot. Those luscious set of brown eyes caught her attention once more and again she was completely monopolised by them. Her breathing was out of control this time and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Why does this keep happening? She began to get flustered. Her coat was becoming a real issue – it was too hot in here. It was almost like she was out of her own body, like she had no control. She was captivated by those eyes. She inhaled one more time and led her eyes down the long wing of eyeliner running down their face and finally closed her eyes.

“Fine, thanks. How are you?” a voice answered. It wasn’t her voice. It continued, “Wait, are you guys open?” Once she finally had her breath back, Max opened her eyes to look at her friend, who was smiling softly at the stranger behind the counter with the capturing eyes.

“Yeah of course. What can I get you?” the stranger’s soft, feathery voice spoke again.

“A green tea, please and…” she turned to look at Maxine, who had not digested any of the words that had been spoken since they entered the coffee house. She flinched, snapping out of her thoughts.

“Hmm?” she mumbled to Wrenn.

“What do you want to order?�� she questioned, nodding her head towards the stranger behind the counter.

“Oh, erm. A coffee, black,” she spoke under her breath, almost a whisper. Wrenn was looking at her again now but with an expression that she wasn’t familiar with. She broke eye contact and returned her eyes to her feet. She felt fidgety, pressing on the skin around her fingernails behind her back.

“Do you want some sugar with that, darling?” the feathery, angel voice sung out once more. Max froze, her eyes still fixed onto her Mary Jane black heels. Shit, do I want sugar? No.

“Erm, yes please.” She answered.

Shit.

“How many?”

None.

“Just one please.”

What the fuck.

The only sound in the room now was the stranger making the girls’ drinks, Maxine’s heavy breaths and pounding heart, although she hoped she was the only one that could hear those last two things.

After a couple of silent minutes, the stranger comes over with the drinks and hands them to the girls, reinforcing the uncomfortable eye contact that Maxine so desperately avoided, yet so desperately craved.

“Here you are,” she smiled as she handed Wrenn her tea, followed by, “there you go, sweetie.”

What the fuck.

Maxine nodded, still maintaining eye contact, however her breathing was becoming more regular now. She still felt like melting on the spot, but she was calmer and so now she just admired the face that she had analysed a few short minutes ago.

“Pretty quiet night for you I’m guessing,” Wrenn voiced.

The stranger hummed in agreement, and Max wasn’t the one to break the fixed eyes this time. The stranger let out a gentle chuckle. “Yeah, I suppose we don’t get many caffeine hungry people this time of night. They won’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Back at their apartment, Maxine released a slice of pepperoni pizza from her grip, flopping it back into the greasy inside of the box she had previously taken it out of. She thought that after having all but a croissant today would mean that she would have devoured more than two slices, however her mind was running and therefore her appetite was pretty low. Usually, she would be irritatingly reciting the script of the movie playing in front of her, however today it was merely background noise to her seamless thoughts. In a loop, her mind projected images of those piercing eyes from the coffee house, then to those lips; to the hands and then the waist; to each of the piercings; circulating back to those poisoning eyes – a never ending cycle. But why, why was this happening? Did she really care that much? Did she even care at all? Why would she care? She doesn’t care. Why is she so fixed to this?

An elbow interacted with her hip, sharp but not painful.

“Right, what’s wrong?” Wrenn said looking to her. “You’ve been radio silent since we got in.” It’s true, she had been, though she hadn’t realised; her mind had been on the loudest volume distracting her from noticing.

“Nothing,” she began, “Well, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just tired.”

“Right okay…” her friend spoke, holding onto the tune of the last word, followed by a short hum of thought. “So, I take it that this has something to do with what happened downstairs?” And she could read her like a book, apparently. Maxine didn’t even bother to deny her behaviour – her friend saw right through her, and she knew that from the second she asked what was wrong.

“How bad was it? God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I mean, you were bright red, fidgety and protruding Darth Vader breaths when she called you ‘darling’ so…” Wrenn went quiet, trying to decide carefully her next words to not stress Maxine out any further. She did eventually chime back up, “I don’t think she noticed though, maybe I just did because I know you so well. It wasn’t so bad. Actually, I think it’s rather sweet.”

That did not offer Max any clarity whatsoever. She swallowed down the last of her coffee and nodded in agreement, though Wrenn knew she wasn’t convinced.

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Community Blog: “Update Your Kitchen with The Sims 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack”

The Sims has just released a new blog post officially announcing The Sims 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Packas well as giving us more details about the DLC.

It includes many screenshots and a lot of information regarding the first stuff pack for The Sims 4 in over two years. See it all below and don’t forget to watch the announcement trailer.

The Sims 4 Home Chef Hustle comes out on September 28th.

UPGRADE YOUR KITCHEN WITH THE SIMS 4 HOME CHEF HUSTLE STUFF PACK

Live your cooking dreams and become a masterful home chef!

If you want to be a top tier home chef, you need the right tools and work space. In The Sims™ 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack, players can renovate their Sim’s perfect home kitchen, and upgrade to new sleek designs inspired by European kitchen designs. Tap into your best interior design skills with a full set of counters and cabinets and matching appliances, the Oven+Stove, Fridge and Dishwasher.

From amateur chefs who are looking to make their mark in the kitchen, to food entrepreneurs who are ready to turn cooking into cash, any Sim can live out their cooking dreams.

Get ready for the Stuff Pack that will earn your Sims a lot of dough.

New Small Appliances, Big Kitchen Upgrade

Small appliances can deliver big results in the kitchen! With a brand new Stand Mixer (side note: Sims can eat edible cookie dough straight from the prepped ingredients jar), Waffle Maker and Countertop Pizza Oven, your Sims can invite family and/or friends over for a three course heart-shaped waffle brunch, lunch or a night of homemade pizzas.

Speaking of pizza, show off your Sims’ sleek, modern pizza oven with new recipes inspired by traditional Italian flavors. Your Sims will become pizza pros, chopping toppings and tossing dough before sliding an unfinished pizza into the oven. Not a fan a ‘za? Not to worry! You’ll have new focaccia bread recipes to experiment with too.

We’ve added so many recipes over the years, and it’s a little trickier to find what you want. To support you in your Sims’ culinary quests, we have added filters so you can find the meal you are looking for in a fraction of the time in the free base game update coming alongside this pack. That is not the only thing we have added in the base game update… did anyone say #freethecupcakes? You can now cook cupcakes in your own oven!

Sell Your Culinary Creations To Your Neighbors

Fancy yourself an entrepreneur? Sims can become food stand owners and set up shop in different lots, bonding with their customers and witnessing the outcomes of selling their culinary creations. Players can even customize the name of the The Anywhere Any Fare Food Stand and choose the types of food they want to serve. Hint, hint: The Waffle Maker and the Countertop Pizza Oven’s street food style recipes and portable features make them the perfect companions for the food stand.

Cooking in Style

The ultimate cooking adventure simply wouldn’t be complete without the right cooking attire. With kitchen-ready hairstyles, matching food themed accessories, and aprons for the whole family, we plan to have your Sims looking like serious home chefs! We absolutely love the new kitchen clogs! The clogs!

The Sims 4 Home Chef Hustle Stuff Pack will launch on September 28, 2023 on PC via EA app™, Mac® via Origin, and Steam®, PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X|S and Xbox One systems. The Sims 4 has officially launched on the Epic Games Store as well, another download destination for this Stuff Pack.

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If requests are open, can we get some mercs baking? Either together or separately, but I know them in a kitchen is a recipe for disaster lmao

You sure can

Mercs Baking 🎂

Soldier signed everyone up to bake a cake for the local preschool bake sale in exchange for a free t-shirt.

Scout: In charge of pre-portioning ingredients, and eating whatever chocolate chips don't get smacked out of his face first.

Soldier: Had an accident with the yeast, it led to enough dough to feed the local homeless union and the condemnation of an entire hallway.

Pyro: Lead the frosting brigade, ran out of cake and started frosting the furniture.

Demo: In charge of the stovetop caramel. Anyone who touches it will get a foot to the ribs.

Heavy: Designated taster, has full control over the sugars and spices. Had to break out the tomislav and fire a few warning shots in the wall to keep Scout and Pyro at bay.

Engie: Made no less than four trips to the corner store for eggs and milk to replace that which ended up on the floor.

Medic: Washing dishes, lost his baking privileges and isn't allowed within 20ft of anything edible.

Sniper: Delivery driver, but he used his better judgement and dropped off some cookies he picked up from the local bakery instead. He fed the cake to the ducks, who later had significant difficulty flying.

Spy: Damage control, but he gave up halfway through and hired a local contractor to remodel the kitchen afterwards.

Hope you enjoyed it 💛