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nerdyfangirl67 · 4 years ago

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Home for Christmas - Criminal Minds Reader Insert (12 Days of Christmas)

Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader, Jack Hotchner x reader (maternal relationship

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, lots of Jack x reader moments, fluff ending!

Word count: 2431

A/N: Y/F/C/M stands for your favorite Christmas Movie and Y/N/N stands for your nickname. I also believe that Aaron is the kind of person who texts with correct grammar, although he may use sentence fragments if he is short on time, so that is incorporated into this one-shot. This one came to me while listening to a Christmas song, called “Home” by Blake Shelton and Michael Bublé (linked below). I really enjoyed the idea of this one (it may have gotten away from me a bit!)

Home by Blake Shelton ft. Michael Bublé

So here it is, hope y’all enjoy it! If you’re looking for another Christmas fic to read, check out my Mini-Series masterlist, where the rest of my Christmas one-shots are.

I know there aren’t any Aaron x Jack moments in the story but this was the GIF I thought fit best :)

“Y/N, it 's Aaron. I, uh, I won’t be making it home in time for Christmas. We have yet to get a break in the case, so it could be another week before I’m home. I know you had a lot planned for Christmas, and I’m sorry I won’t be able to celebrate with you. I’ll try to call, but I can’t promise anything. I love you. Tell Jack I love him.” Aaron’s voice crackles in your ear as you listen to the voicemail he’d left you earlier, as in 3 am, that morning for the eighth time.

It had been the first time you had heard his voice in almost a week and part of you was overjoyed. The other part of you was exasperated. You knew he was dedicated to his work, you had known it since the two of you had started dating, but it still hurt. Every time he worked late and didn’t let you know hurt. Every time a case went longer than expected, it hurt. Every time you went to bed alone, his side of the bed untouched and cold, hurt. And it didn’t hurt any less now, despite your suspicions upon hearing the team had taken another case, so close to Christmas, that he would miss the holiday altogether.

You let out a sigh as you stand up from where you had been sitting on the couch, wrapped in a Christmas throw blanket. You take your empty glass, which had been filled with your favorite holiday drink, into the kitchen and place it in the sink. You double-check the apartment door, making sure it was both deadbolted and locked (something Aaron had ingrained in you to do while he was away), before making your way towards the master bedroom. You stop at the door to Jack’s bedroom, cracking it open and using the light of the hallway to look at him.

Jack was sprawled out in his bed, fast asleep. Tiptoeing into the room so as not to wake him, you reach his bed and pull the discarded comforter up off the floor, placing it on top of Jack and gently tucking him in. “Your daddy loves you Jack, and so do I.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, giving him a long look, before making your way back out of his room.

Upon reaching your bedroom, you head to Aaron’s dresser. You find one of his sweatshirts, well-worn and baggy, grab it from the drawer, and pull it on as you climb into bed. You didn’t typically wear his sweatshirts while he was home, but whenever he was away, it helped ease the ache created by his absence. After getting settled underneath the covers with your nose pressed into Aaron’s pillow, you soon fall asleep.

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You are up early the next morning, quickly climbing out of bed before you realize that you have the next few days off, the 23rd (today) through the 26th for Christmas. You had used a few vacation days to extend your Christmas ‘vacation’, as you and Aaron (who had thought he would have had Christmas case-free) had wanted to spend time with Jack, as a family.

You couldn’t bring yourself to climb back into bed so you head downstairs, the idea of making breakfast for Jack coming to mind. Even though Aaron wouldn’t be home for Christmas, you still wished to make this Christmas special for Jack, just as you had planned to with Aaron. After going through your email and having a cup of your favorite morning beverage, you head into the kitchen. A few minutes of looking and you find your recipe for gingerbread waffles, a favorite from your childhood, and start gathering the ingredients.

Fifteen minutes later and you have your first batch of waffles made, bacon sizzling in a pan on the stove, and orange juice in glasses on the table. Christmas music is playing softly in the background when a small voice has you whipping around.

Jack is standing in the middle of the kitchen, his hair standing up at different angles on his head, and one of his hands sleepily rubbing his eyes. “Good mornin’ mama.” Despite not being his birth mother, Jack had been calling you mama since you had moved in with him and Aaron, over a year ago now. And every time you heard it, you were still overcome by joy.

You pull the boy into your arms, giving him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi bud. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept good mama. What are you making?” He asks curiously, peering around you to look at the stove.

You stand and briskly stride back to the stove to flip the bacon and check on the waffle you had cooking before you turn back to Jack. “Gingerbread waffles and bacon.” You answer, plating one of the waffles and some bacon before bringing it to the table. “Here buddy. Eat up.” You said, placing the plate next to the glass of orange juice. Jack bounces to the table, sitting down and quickly digging in.

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After breakfast, and a few games of twenty questions, you decide to take Jack to the ice skating rink not too far from the apartment. The two of you bundle up and hail a cab to the rink. You spend the five minute ride to the ice plex with Jack in your arms as the two of you play a game of “I Spy.”

The cab reaches the ice rink, and after paying the driver you and Jack venture inside. You let out a laugh as he exclaims in excitement at all the trophies, fancy ice skates, and photos of skaters in the lobby. You rent a pair of skates for the two of you, before leading jack out to the seating around the rink. It takes you a few minutes to get skates on, and to help Jack with his but a few short minutes later the two of you are out on the ice.

It is apparent that you are out of practice and try as you might, you fall several times. Jack is actually skating better than you and soon he is ‘teaching you’.

“Mama, make sure you aren’t leaning backwards. That might be why you’re falling.” The nine, almost ten, year-old’s advice was helping you to stay on your feet for longer than thirty seconds. You had even started to move cautiously along the edge of the rink, with Jack skating confidently in front of you. The two of you stay out on the ice until Jack tells you he is cold. Admittedly, you were starting to get cold yourself, but you didn’t want to end Jack’s fun early.

After ice skating, the two of you go to Jack’s favorite pizza place, a little Italian place (the boy had developed sophisticated taste buds, thanks to a certain David Rossi), within walking distance from the apartment. The two of you have a lunch filled with cheesy pizza, endless breadsticks (which both you and Jack enjoyed thoroughly), and lots of laughs.

Then, upon returning to the apartment, the two of you cuddle up on the couch and watch Christmas classics. You share with Jack some of the movies you had grown up watching (Y/F/C/M and Y/F/C/M) and he shares some his favorites with you (The Grinch and Santa Buddies).Your movie marathon only stops when you whip up a quick dinner, which the two of you eat in about ten minutes at the table, and when you get up and pop some popcorn for one of the movies. Jack stays up way past his bedtime, but knowing that neither of you have to get up early the next morning has you being more lenient with his bedtime.

The next day passes in much of the same fashion. You and Jack take a walk, intent on finding the best Christmas decorations within walking distance. Although you had found some pretty cool decorations, Jack definitely won when he spotted the house decked out with a 12 Days of Christmas theme. Then the two of you stopped for lunch at one of the sidewalk vendors, something that Aaron probably would frown upon.

After lunch, you and Jack went to a Christmas pop-up village, where you watched the ‘elves’ wrap presents and people take pictures with Santa. The two of you ordered deluxe hot chocolates and sat on a bench, listening to a choir sing Christmas carols. Jack sang along to the ones he knew and he even convinced you to sing along with some too.

You two return to the apartment in late afternoon, shortly after which, the two of you start making Christmas cookies. You roll out the dough, while Jack stamps the cookie cutters into it, creating a variety of Christmas themed cookies. As the several batches of cookies bake, Jack reads to you from the kitchen’s small island as you follow the recipe for a sugar cookie frosting. When the cookies, and the frosting, are finished, you and Jack set to decorating the cookies.

Three hours and an order of takeout later, and you have four dozen frosted cookies scattered across the kitchen counter tops, three bags of mostly eaten takeout, two empty mugs, and one frosting and crumb covered boy fast asleep on the couch.

You can’t help but smile as you look at the plate of cookies Jack decorated, not for Santa, but for Aaron when he returned from the case he was working on.There were several Santas, a Rudolph reindeer, a present, and a Christmas tree. As you cover the plate in plastic wrap, you can’t help but think that you would give just about anything to talk to Aaron for a while. It had been two days since he had left the voicemail, and since then all you had gotten were a few short texts.

“Case progressing. Miss you and Jack.”

“Finally developed a profile. Love you Y/N/N.”

“Thought we had an unsub, but looks like we were wrong.”

“I love you and Jack. Wish I could be holding you both in my arms.”

You heave out a sigh and get to work doing the dishes from dinner and your baking escapade with Jack. The dishes, and tidying up of the kitchen, takes far longer than you want and it’s close to ten before you are gently waking Jack from the couch. You tenderly guide him down the hallway, making a pit stop in the bathroom to help wash some of the frosting off of Jack’s hands and face. After Jack is frosting free, with freshly brushed teeth and clean pajamas, you get him settled in bed. You read him “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” and listen to him sleepily tell you about the gifts he thought might be under the tree, after which you tuck him in and give him a kiss good night.

You take your time getting ready for bed, wishing the entire time that you would be crawling into bed with Aaron, where you would spend the rest of the night in his arms. But, alas, you are greeted with a cold, empty bed, which you reluctantly climb into as you shoot Aaron a quick text, wishing him a happy Christmas Eve and adding a short ‘I love you.’ You try to read a few pages in your latest book, but your mind isn’t into it. Instead you stare at the softly blinking Christmas lights shining in from the hallway, through the small crack between the door and the door jam, letting the rhythmic changing of the lights lull you to sleep.

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You wake up to what sounds like the heavy apartment door swinging shut and the floorboards creaking, followed by a low thud and a muttering voice, which you can’t quite make out. Your heart is thudding wildly in your chest as you anxiously climb from the bed and tiptoe to the door of the bedroom. You can’t see any figures in the hallway, so you creep across the hall, placing a hand on the doorknob to Jack’s bedroom and noiselessly start to turn it open. You are so focused on opening the door and getting to Jack that you don’t notice the figure coming down the hallway towards you. A soft hand on your shoulder has you whipping around, landing a heavy hit with the heel of your hand to the intruder’s face.

“Son of a-” You immediately recognize the voice as Aaron’s, which makes you gasp in shock.

“Aaron. I didn’t know it was you. I’m so sorry.” You say, as you start to fuss over him. You try to guide him to the bathroom, in hopes that you might be able to help him there, but his hands stop you.

“Y/N, I’ll be alright. All I need is you in my arms.” His words, albeit a bit slurred (probably from the present throbbing in his face) bring a warm, fuzzy feeling into your chest and a cheesy grin to your face. You start to move towards the bedroom, but he pulls you close, scooping you up and easily carrying you back to the bed. The heat created by his body only leaves for a moment as you watch him, in the dull light, strip off his suit jacket and tie, before returning to your side. He pulls you incredibly close, his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in.

You don’t say anything, rather you just take comfort in his presence as you play with the small hairs at the back of his neck. “Gosh, I missed you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before looking up into your eyes. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheekbone.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” He says, giving you another kiss, this time on the lips. His kiss is slow and tender, as if he wanted to savor the moment and make it last as long as possible.

Once you pull back, and catch your breath, you whisper, “Merry Christmas Aaron.”

He smiles at you, pressing another, much shorter, kiss to your lips. “I think I’ll wait for later in the morning to let Jack know I’m home; let it be a Christmas surprise for him.” He says, tightening his hold on you.

You smile back at him. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. For now, let me just appreciate my Christmas surprise.”

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love-takes-work · 4 years ago

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Bixbite’s Perfect Pizzas

Here’s how to make pizza from scratch--Bixbite’s way!

Includes veggie pepperoni and a fish made out of banana bread because your chef is a vegetarian

Recipe inspired by pizzas pictured in Steven Universe Future: “Guidance”!

See more SU food tutorials!

I can't chop ingredients instantaneously like Bixbite, but I know how to make a pizza.

There's one thing I will not be doing authentically; that pizza has a big old whole fish on it. I'm vegetarian so I will be including a fish made out of bread.

Pizza dough has to rise so I recommend making the pizza dough first and then making a bread fish during the rise time.

Part One: Recipe for Two Pizzas

I have taught pizza-making on this site before! I'll simply repeat my recipe for Fish Stew Pizza with a few tweaks.

Ingredients:

1 cup warm water, 110º F to 115º F / 43º C to 46º C

2 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon active dry yeast

¼ cup vegetable oil

1 teaspoon salt

2 to 2 ½ cups flour

Get the water ready. Make sure you take the water’s temperature. If it’s not hot enough you could fail to activate the yeast, and if it’s too hot, you’ll kill it.

Pour your sugar into a bowl. Add the warm water and stir it until the sugar dissolves. Then pour in your yeast and stir it up, and leave it alone for about 10 minutes. The yeast will foam and puff up.

Combine your ¼ cup of vegetable oil with your 1 teaspoon of salt and ¾ cup of flour. Once it's mixed, add the yeast and stir until smooth.

It will be sticky. From here add another cup of flour, work that in with the fork, and begin adding more flour in increments of ¼ cup until you have a dough that is the right consistency. You are looking for handleable, non-sticky dough, but it should be very malleable and soft, without becoming crusty.

You’ll need to work that dough for 8 to 10 minutes. Knead it in the bowl until the time is up.

And then you put the bowl in a warm spot and cover it to let it rise. It should take at least 45 minutes to double, but it's fine if you leave it up to 1.5 hours.

This is where you can jump to the bread fish if you like. I will continue explaining how to get through to prepared unbaked crusts here.

Punch the dough down.

You will now divide the dough in two. This recipe makes two pizzas. In this recipe, one with be the fish and veggies pizza and one will be a pepperoni pizza as pictured with Bixbite.

Take your one ball of dough and begin to spread it out on a 12-inch pizza pan.

A really helpful tip for this dough: You should roll the dough out from the middle of the pan using the heels of your hands. Do NOT stretch the dough–it tears. Do not pinch the dough’s bubbles or pick up pieces of it to plug holes. Do not throw it in the air. Little by little, press and roll until it begins to spread out toward the edges of the pan.

You should try to leave a little border for the crust.

Normally, what follows here is pizza sauce, cheese, and toppings. So that's where we stop and move to how to make the fish!

Part Two: Bread Fish

Disclaimer: I do not recommend actually using this as a pizza topping. This is just for fun.

Folks, because it holds its shape well and is moist, we're going with BANANA BREAD for our fish!

Ingredients:

1 1/4 cups sugar

1/2 cup (1 stick) margarine or butter, softened

2 large eggs

1 3/4 cup mashed ripe bananas (4-5 medium bananas)

1/2 cup milk

2 teaspoons lemon juice

1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

2 1/2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

And you'll need a fish-shaped pan! Some of these types of pans are only for jello and aren't made for the oven so be careful to properly investigate which kind of pan you have.

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350° F / 175° C. Put a little oil in your pan and spread evenly. In a large bowl, cream the sugar and butter, mixing together into a rough even mix. Add in the eggs.

Peel the bananas and press into goop with a fork or use an appliance of your choice to whip them. Get just under 2 cups--doesn't have to be an exact science.

Add bananas, milk, lemon juice, and vanilla, and beat until smooth.

Then add flour, baking soda, and salt.

Pour into the pan. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes.

Note: don't fill the pan too full. I was able to make a half dozen banana muffins (baked at 25 minutes) in addition.

When it comes out, cool for 5 minutes in the pan on a rack. Then turn onto the rack to cool fully. It should come out easily if you greased well, but if it's still sticking, try a frosting knife to pry it out.

The fish is ready to be a topping!

Part Three: Dressing the Pizzas

Once you've got your crusts ready, you want to start with pizza sauce and cheese.

Now, Bixbite demonstrates her amazing even cutting technique on a pepperoni pizza. Which means the pepperoni pizza was cooked and prepared first. It's the easy one, so let's do that.

I put pepperoni (in my case, Yves brand vegetarian pepperoni) on the pizza, added more cheese, and topped with more pepperoni! Then I baked it at 350° F / 175° C for about half an hour.

After it came out and cooled a bit, I took a cue from Bixbite and Amethyst's evaluation of her precision cuts and used tools to measure my angles.

Lookit that 'za, brah.

Next is the more complicated one. Let's have a look at what, besides the fish, we are putting on Bixbite's pizza.

Okay! We have a cucumber (weird!), mushrooms, a red pepper, garlic, and a red onion.

I can do that!

But now it will be a bit of a journey to do what Bixbite did.

Right. So...the fish gets sliced in horizontal cuts. Easy enough.

Pepper, onion, cucumber, and mushrooms are easily sliced the way they're portrayed here. I'll do that first. (Cut out and discard center pulp from the red pepper before you use it.)

The garlic's not so simple because you can't just chop the whole thing up into bits like that straight from the bulb. (At least, you shouldn't.) Here's a mini-lesson on preparing fresh garlic:

1. Peel as much of the papery exterior off as you can

2. Pry the individual cloves apart; whack them with the side of your knife if necessary

3. Chop off the tip of each clove and press each under your knife with a couple whacks to loosen the clove skin, and peel

4. Chop garlic into slices, then cubes, then rock your knife over the pieces to mince

Okay! Add all the veggies to the pizza!

Add fish too, lol

Sorry, I'm not gonna actually bake the pizza with bread on it again. We'll have to pretend. Looks delicious after cooking with just the veggies!

And that's how you make a pizza like Bixbite! I hope you enjoyed that!

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trillian-anders · 5 years ago

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boeuf bourguignon

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, domesticity, like two minutes of angst

word count: 2470

description: chef!au; you and bucky move in together

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“What’s the first thing we should make?” You asked, curled around Bucky on the mattress on the floor. The decision to move in together was easy after spending so much time together and missing each other in passing because one was too tired to go to the other’s apartment. And it’s economical, you both figure. He hummed, the vibrations coming through his chest, fingers tracing patterns on your bare back.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to eat?” He asked, dozy and almost asleep. Your memory flits back to last week when you’d watched Julie & Julia while packing. And with half closed lids you mumble back,

“Boeuf Bourguignon.” He lets out a sound that almost seemed like a laugh, too tired to recognize,

“Okay baby.”

It was a cute little brownstone smack in the middle of his restaurant and Stark Tower, a compromise that had to be reached over many small arguments, too old, too new. Too far. Have you seen the neighborhood? Sam even input on a couple apartment complexes that would be good for the food truck. But it was settled that Bucky didn’t want the restaurant that close to him.

You ate pizza in between fixing small cosmetic cracks in the wall and painting. Chinese while you arranged the furniture the way you wanted. And you enjoyed curry from the Indian place you loved that just so happened to be down the street from where you’d moved while unpacking the dishes and putting clothes away.

“What do you think?” He asks, you’d left the kitchen up to him, the layout and how he wanted it organized. The copper pans were a brilliant contrast for your very white kitchen that had been partially the selling point for you. The gas stove top and double oven was the selling point for him. A knife rack on the wall, hanging pots and pans, and a double door refrigerator. It was the compromise for the cracked walls and the floors you’ll need to get redone soon, with some new varnish and spackle you figure you could get a couple more years out of them.

You smile at him, he looked proud, and leaned against the door frame, “It looks really good.” He met you in the doorway, and placed his hands on the door jam, leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Steve was finally free and coming back to New York so they were moving the opening date for the restaurant to the week that he would be there. Which means it was time to put some vacation days in.

A knock on your office door, Tony Stark himself. A smile on his face, “What is this I hear about you needing a week off?”

“Tony I literally just sent the email five minutes ago.” He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with his foot.

“I was already on my way down.” He examines the picture on your desk, a photo taken of you and Bucky. The food truck artfully posed in front of the restaurant, the sign had just been put up, your face was buried in his neck and he was laughing at some dirty joke Sam had just said. “Just wondering when you’re going to be inviting me over for dinner now that you’ve settled into your new place.” You sigh and lean back in your chair, he was giving you a knowing smirk. Natasha.

“Well we are having a little dinner party to celebrate the opening of the restaurant,” You cross your arms as his smirk widens, “Would you like to join us?”

“Oh, I never thought you’d ask, I’ll be there at 7? I’ll bring drinks.” And just like that he’d left, seconds later an email in reply approving your time off request.

Bucky wasn’t happy.

“You invited Tony Stark?” Shoulders rolling, kneading dough on the bar top.

“Nat mentioned it to him,” You defended, “How could I tell my boss that he’s not allowed to come?” He gave you a look,

“This guy runs you all hours of the day,” dough slammed and rolled, dusted with flour and kneaded again, “He calls you all hours of the day.” Dough cutter, cutting the bread dough that would soon be dinner rolls, into eighths. “And the one time you actually ask to have time off, he wants to be involved in some way?”

“You love Howard Stark.” You roll your eyes and steal a strawberry out of the small container that he was marinating them in. Soaking in Grand Mariner. “He’s basically the same person.”

“He’s not,” Bucky shakes his head, “Howard Stark was a revolutionary inventor, Tony Stark buys properties and gentrified neighborhoods.”

“He’s putting in rent controlled housing for low income households.” Bucky sighs and leans back.

“Partially,” He says, “I know that Pepper Potts is the one who organizes his charitable giving and covers for him.”

“You’re literally grasping for straws here,” You scoff, “We’re working on a way to get rid of fossil fuels all together and you’re upset that he’s only signing the checks, it’s still his money.” Bucky glares at you, sighing heavily. “He pays me a lot of money to do the job that I do, and just because you think I should be doing something else doesn’t mean what I’m doing right now is bad.”

It was no secret to you that Bucky wanted you to take the leap on trying to get your book published. But this job was what paid your bills currently. You’ve read articles about people getting on the best seller lists having only made 12k on their book, and while you’d hope you would have a best seller, 12k isn’t going to support you.

“I just want you to do something you love.” Which was easy for him to say because he was doing something he loved. He loved cooking, for you and for others. He loved making people happy, those cherish-able moments of making something for someone you love, that tradition. He loved it.

“Okay,” You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his back, “This week I’ll print a bunch of copies and I’ll mail them off to publishers.”

“I don’t want you to do it because it’s something I want you to do.” He sighs, “I want you to do it because it’s something you want to do.”

“I do want to.” Mumbled into his back, he smelled so good, having just taken a shower before working on the proved dough. “I’ll do it this week.” A flower dusted hand brought one of yours up to his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Steve was charming, but shy. Very serious. An american flag pinned to the lapel of his suit jacket that had been quickly discarded when Sam and Bucky gave him shit for wearing a full suit to dinner. The pair of them in a button down and slacks. Wanda and Natasha were also in attendance, with Tony showing up at 7:30 with four bottles of wine and a full bottle of Macallan.

You’d watched Bucky make it. Boeuf Bourguignon. You felt guilt in the fact that it takes five hours to make, but he said, “That’s what you want,” A kiss to your forehead, “That’s what I’m gonna make.”

Thick bacon cut into cubes and browned in a pan, a couple pieces plucked and tasted, just to make sure they were good with only a minor scolding from your boyfriend. Patted dry beef browned in a pan with olive oil and left over bacon grease. Onion and carrot softened in the same pan, fat poured off and the whole thing was thrown into the dutch oven, sprinkled with salt and pepper, and oddly enough a little flour.

It cooked for four minutes, was mixed and cooked for another four minutes. Then it was covered in beef stock and Bordeaux.

“You’re so handsome.” You sigh, watching him place the dish back in the oven after simmering it on the stove. He leans over the kitchen island, dish towel over his shoulder, a kiss to your cheek and then lips.

“You’re very beautiful,” A softer kiss, “But I need you to get out of the kitchen.”

You were in the way, you knew that. But faked upset as you left the room to finally get ready, ass being met with a whip from the dish towel on your way out.

Wine was poured as Bucky served the first course, salad, bruschetta, roasted artichokes, and bacon wrapped dates you’d have to convince him to make you again, very soon.

“I hope you’re treating my girl right, Barnes.” Tony joked, the conversation having steered from Steve’s job, something he couldn’t really talk about, to the new house. You could see Bucky’s jaw clench from across the table, but he sipped the gifted wine and replied,

“My girl gets treated very well at home,” placing the glass on the table, “Can’t say the same about work.”

“Who’s ready for our mains?” You interrupt.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Natasha smiled next to you, placing her fork down. You shot her a small glare, and she sipped her wine with a smug grin. She was never satisfied with things going smooth, always craving a little chaos.

The boeuf bourguignon was incredible. The meat tender and juicy, the mushrooms and sauce robust. With the first bite you were whining and looking across the table at Bucky who was smiling. “This is incredible.”

“It really is.” Sam agrees. A silent table is a sign of good food, conversation not starting until plates almost cleared, Wanda starting with,

“So the restaurant opens Friday night, which gives us all Friday morning to make sure we are fully prepped.” They’d set the hours to only open for dinner, if the restaurant does well they figure they can change the hours to be open for lunch as well, but they were working on the conservative side. “Y/N and I will be helping out at the host stand.”

“I can help in the back if you want.” Steve offered. Sam laughed,

“Doing what? Dishes.” A glare as a laugh sounded at the table.

“I could stir a pot or something.” He laughed.

“How has advertising been?” Tony asked. Bucky and Sam shrug,

“We’ve been handing out flyers at the truck for weeks,” Bucky said, “We have a good following so we are hoping that might gain us some ground.”

“The sign has been up for a while too,” Sam agreed, “We’ve had people stop by to ask us when we are opening.” Tony nods, but you know the look on his face, obviously up to something. He winks at you. An exchange that doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky who then clears his throat, standing from the table you help him clear the dishes, ready for dessert.

“Does anyone want coffee?”

…

“We need to get one of those big, industrial dishwashers.” You moan, heels kicked off as you unload the dishwasher after the first load. Bucky scrubbing at the pots and pans in the sink.

“What was the wink about?” Bucky had been quiet since dinner ended, a tight smile as Tony wished a friendly goodbye. You sipped on Macallan, loading the dishwasher back up with plates while you answered.

“He’s planning something most likely,” You cringe at food smeared onto your hand by a dirty spoon.

“Are you sure?” His shoulders tense, pan dropping into the sink with a clang.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, shutting the dishwasher and pressing start. He looks over at you, exasperated.

“He just seemed a little too friendly.” Bucky tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“You’re joking.” It was a sore subject. Months ago, before you’d moved in together, Bucky told you about Vivian. Pretty Vivian. A scar from a past relationship where Vivian cheated on him, constantly, and he was dumb enough to go back to her every time.

“She used me for stability,” He shrugged, “Then slept around with everyone else.” He was insecure about it. Which was stunning to you because you couldn’t believe Bucky was insecure about anything. It broke your heart.

“I’m not joking.” Anger laced his voice. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the sink, “It would make sense, him calling you all the time, late into the night.” Dish towel thrown down next to him, “You staying late at work.”

“I would never cheat on you Bucky.” A little snip, “I can’t believe you would even think that I would do something like that.” His jaw is tight.

“I didn’t think Vivian--”

“I’m not Vivian! I would never hurt you Bucky, and if you think I would maybe there’s something wrong here.” It seemed baffling to you, like maybe you were the one who was supposed to be afraid of Bucky cheating but it was the other way around. He sighs and scrubs his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry,” He groans, “I know.” He looks at you, upset and emotional, “I know you wouldn’t, I’m sorry, I was just--” You stepped over to him, placing your hands on his crossed arms.

“You have to trust me.” You said, “If you don’t trust me--” He leans forward to press his forehead against yours.

“I know,” He sighs, “I’m sorry.” You lean up and meet his lips.

“I love you.” His hands come to meet your hips, bunching up your skirt. Your tongue pokes out, tracing his bottom lip, his mouth parting for yours, breathing heavily.

“I love you too.” Your ass meets the kitchen bench, his hands palming your bare thighs to lift you onto the counter, pans forgotten. “I’m sorry.” He whispers against your lips, moaning as you palm him through his slacks.

“I forgive you.”

Tony’s planning, his little sneaky wink, was him sending out a mass email to the entire staff that if they show up at Bucky’s restaurant opening weekend that he’d personally reimburse them for their money spent. Something Bucky half resented, but half appreciated. The restaurant opened busy and stayed busy. ‘An overnight success’ one critic said.

Wanda helped you man the host stand, directing the girls where to take people, seasoned servers, people who Sam and Bucky had known from their days working in other restaurants helped them open. And as far as chaotic restaurant openings are, it wasn’t half bad. Especially when, sitting in the office after hours going over the numbers for the day there were six beautiful digits staring back at you.

“So I guess we are opening for lunch.” Bucky mused, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“I guess so.”

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bakingbad2020 · 4 years ago

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Sourdough Crackers, Take II

I wouldn’t say that I love crackers. It’s not like I’m some sort of cracker connoisseur. But they are definitely my go-to snack. They’re quick, simple to transport, and easy to just eat anywhere (except your bed where you’ll just end up sleeping with crumbs). They can also store for forever, so it’s no wonder they were a thing in the pioneer days.

But I also have a way of neglecting my sourdough starter. My schedule prohibits me from baking constantly, and I just feel really bad about throwing away starter. It feels like a waste. So instead of using it or getting rid of it, I just sort of let it starve.

I know, I’m a terrible starter mom. At least I take much better care of my cats. At any rate, I decided to use it today for making crackers.

This is a documentation of my second attempt at making crackers. The first attempt was not recorded, as it was made pre-blog. This attempt is post-blog, P.B., so it gets documented.

The first attempt actually didn’t turn out so bad. My main beef with it was that I rolled the dough out very unevenly, so the crackers turned out, well uneven. Some of them were a bit thicc (only two c’s), thus coming out a little on the bready side when coming out of the oven, while others were too thin and came out like charcoal flakes.

I intend to fix that… hopefully. I got the recipe from King Arthur Flour, and it runs as follows:

Sourdough Crackers (https://www.kingarthurbaking.com/recipes/sourdough-crackers-recipe)

Ingredients:

1 cup (113g) King Arthur White Whole Wheat Flour

1/2 teaspoon sea salt

1 cup (227g) sourdough starter, unfed/discard

4 tablespoons (57g) unsalted butter, room temperature

2 tablespoons dried herbs of your choice, optional

oil, for brushing

coarse salt (such as kosher or sea salt) for sprinkling on top

Directions

Mix together the flour, salt, sourdough starter, butter, and optional herbs to make a smooth (not sticky), cohesive dough.

Divide the dough in half, and shape each half into a small rectangular slab. Cover with plastic wrap, and refrigerate for 30 minutes, or up to a couple of hours, until the dough is firm.

Preheat the oven to 350°F.

Very lightly flour a piece of parchment, your rolling pin, and the top of the dough.

Working with one piece at a time, roll the dough to about 1/16" thick. The dough will have ragged, uneven edges; that's OK. Just try to make it as even as possible.

Transfer the dough and parchment together onto a baking sheet. Lightly brush with oil and then sprinkle the salt over the top of the crackers.

Cut the dough into 1 1/4" squares; a rolling pizza wheel works well here.

Prick each square with the tines of a fork.

Bake the crackers for 20 to 25 minutes, until the squares are starting to brown around the edges. Midway through, reverse the baking sheets: both top to bottom, and front to back; this will help the crackers brown evenly.

When fully browned, remove the crackers from the oven, and transfer them to a cooling rack. Store airtight at room temperature for up to a week; freeze for longer storage.

I followed the recipe exactly, although leaving out the dried herbs (I really don’t have any) and I melted the butter. How was I supposed to mix it in well when it’s a solid? I also don’t use parchment paper. That’s for chumps. The dough went in the fridge to chill, but I don’t remember how long. Then I took it out and rolled it flat. I'm very good at rolling out amoeba-shaped dough:

I figured the edges would be thinner than the middle, so I cut those off in the hopes that the crackers would have a more even thickness. I put the dough on the pan, cut it up, brushed it with oil and salt, and poked holes in it to keep bubbles from happening. The end result was this:

The crackers are all uneven in size and shape, but it’s fine. Consider it artistic expression. At this point, I can already tell there are going to be some crispy bois.

I actually turned the oven down to 300 degrees instead of 350. I’m 99% sure it runs waaayy too hot, and that’s probably 60% of my problem baking. I baked them for 7 minutes, then switched the pans and baked them another 7 minutes. At this point, I took them out and removed some of the crispier ones, burning my arm in the process, and then popped the rest back in the oven for 5 more minutes to crisp up the rest.

I still ended up with some slightly burned ones, but its way fewer than the last batch:

Behold my lab snack for the next few weeks. All in all, I’m rather happy with them, and they came out tasty. Definitely something I’d do again.

#baking #crackers #crispy #crunchy #sourdough #sourdough crackers #I really didn't do so bad this time

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benjamingarden · 5 years ago

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Weekending

It's a beautiful day here in upstate NY. If you look past the (still) freezing temps at night, it was near 60 yesterday and should be in the 50's today. That, to me, is a beautiful day. I hope this finds you and your family holding up well.

new gardening materials were delivered!

We have been getting a lot of to-do's around the house checked off. And for some reason, my husband is suddenly gung-ho on whatever I suggest we do next so I'm going with it. We discussed the garden re-do again this week and the next thing I know we were headed to load up on free compost from our neighboring town and a local hardware store was delivering materials to build more raised garden beds. Well, we've got some work to do! We will eventually need to get more compost but for now we'll focus on building the beds so we can determine how much more we need. We did go grocery shopping just over a week ago. I really didn't want to go so I waited until the end of the week when we really were in need. It has been a month since we went. There weren't a lot of choices for the most part. No rice, pasta, flour, sugar, toilet paper, cleaning supplies or Kleenex. We have all of those on hand but it was so strange to see the shelves still, a month into this, completely bare. There was cereal, produce, cheese and non-dairy cheese but a much smaller selection. I was excited to get some greens, oranges, apples, mushrooms and cilantro as well as cheese for Jay. Jay wanted canned hash (that stuff is awful smelling....) so I was able to get the last 2 cans and I got the last 2 bottles of unscented dish soap. Dried beans were sold out so I was able to get canned black beans that have no added salt. I have other dried beans on hand, I just wanted some black beans. I am grateful that we are able to go. With so many people struggling during this time I have to remind myself to express gratitude for the ability to go and get what we need or want. Around The House - my bathroom floor is installed!!!!! Woo hoo!!!! We've owned this flooring for 2 years and it was FINALLY installed. I'm so excited. Touch-up painting in the kitchen was completed, and we are in the process of moving garden tools, freezers, and such around between the barn, shop and shed. We're planning on painting the dining room next (we have the paint, just haven't done the work, although now I'm doubting the color.....). sidenote: do you have a spouse who is opinionated on the paint colors? Well, I do. Now normally this is a good thing. At least he cares. But it becomes more difficult when it comes to things like wall colors, especially since I don't (nor does he) enjoy changing them. He wants bold color and I want muted tones (he says that's boring - I LIKE boring...). He likes the color it is - a pine green. I do not. It's too small of a room for that color, it makes it too dark. I want something like "gatherings" by Magnolia Home (seen here). We currently have a dark olive green waiting to be painted but I'm not overly excited so maybe it will change..... I had wanted to paint the living room (keeping the same color, just to freshen it up) this spring as well but we do not have the paint and I have no interest going into the store to have it mixed. Maybe in the fall or winter.

blueberry sourdough muffins

In The Kitchen - I have loved being able to spend more time in the kitchen. I'm trying to work in some of the new recipes I've wanted to try since I have the time to do it. Of course, I'm limited by what ingredients we have on hand. Saturday we had blueberry sourdough muffins (and coffee) I made with my sourdough discard, honey, and frozen blueberries. They were yummy! I started with a found recipe, as I often do, and it was ok. So, again as I often do, I tweaked it and was successful in making it more moist and tender. I'll share the recipe soon. For lunch it was nachos and salad (an odd combination, I know) and dinner was chicken with orange sauce, broccoli and rice for Jay and southwestern rice and broccoli for me. Sunday was blueberry muffins and coffee again for breakfast and leftovers for lunch. For dinner it was pizza night so I used the No Knead Bread recipe (see below) for the crust. Jay's toppings were mushrooms, onions, peppers, cheese and pepperoni. Mine were sautéed mushrooms & onions, olives, and non-dairy cheese. Jay also had air fryer chicken wings (they turn out super crispy!) I've made new notes on the super easy No Knead Bread recipe. I've been using it to make hamburger rolls, brat rolls, philly cheesesteak (and mushroom cheesesteak) rolls, dinner rolls, etc. They are chewy, slightly crunchy, and absolutely delicious. We also started using it to make pizza. It works really well! The dough is super easy to make. I measure out the ingredients in the evening when I'm doing dinner dishes. Then, right before I go to bed I combine them to mix up the dough. It then is completely ignored, sitting on the kitchen counter, until I need to use it the next day either for lunch or dinner. It's really a versatile dough.

In The Coop - the coop girls are doing well. Egg laying has decreased, I'm not sure why. We went from a dozen eggs a day to anywhere from 4-8 per day. They are loving the weather these days and spend most of their hours foraging and enjoying any sunshine we receive. In The Garden - seeds are planted! I have been planting all of the seeds that are safe in our colder temps and hope to finish this week. The raised beds that need to be built will be used for the seeds and starts that I can't plant until late May. I usually don't get seeds in the ground early (rather, on time) so I'm grateful to have the time this year to do it. Our daffodils are about 3 inches above ground, the fruit trees have little buds developing, the azalea bush is ready to explode in color and still no sightings of the most anticipated vegetable of the season, asparagus. Our yard is fairly well shaded so almost everything we plant is weeks behind everyone else's plants in our area because of it. No complaints here - it makes it so much more tolerable to work outside in the summer.

Oliver

Jack a.k.a. Mr Naughty Pants (no, he's not supposed to be outside)

Jack & Oliver - they are doing well. Jack is playing nice at the moment, for the most part. (crossed out because this morning he went on a rampage chasing Oliver around and acting like a jerk - back to his old self....) Sometimes he just can't help himself. We haven't been able to open the house windows this week so he's been bummed about that. It hasn't been warm enough for much deck time for Oliver this past week either, although he did have a lot of deck time yesterday. They both get a little stir crazy without that fresh air. A quick thanks - For those of you who are deemed essential workers, thank you. Particularly those who are first responders and healthcare workers, I have nothing but gratitude for each and every one of you. I'm hoping you had a wonderful weekend as well and that you are able to enjoy the time at home.

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you-andthebottlemen · 7 years ago

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39 - Van’s POV

This fic was requested by @catfish-and-the-pacifier, I hope you like your fic! Thank you for being such a great friend and support and thank you for making a request!! Enjoy, love xxx

Request: Hi can I request a scenario where van and the reader make pasta together and its all cute and fluffy and shit thank you! ��

Bonus mini request of “Van in a hoodie” has also been added!

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“Fuck!” I yelled as I stood on the kitchen bench, frantically fanning the smoke away from the blaring fire detector. The sound was so fuckin’ loud I thought my ears were gonna start bleeding.

It was my first full day home after tour ended, y/n had needed to go off to work early and Larry was hiding out in his bedroom. So, after waking up when y/n left, I took myself out into the kitchen in my old grey trackies and ratty t-shirt to make some tea and toast. I was sat up on the kitchen bench, smoking a ciggie after breakfast and staring out the window into the garden all peaceful when the fuckin’ smoke alarm went off. Didn’t even know we had one of those.

“You know you can just press the button and it stops, right?” y/n yelled as she walked into the kitchen, hands over her ears and handed me a broom.

“Oh,” I looked up. She was right; there was a black, shiny button in the middle.

I held up the broom and poked the button; the detector shut off immediately and for a second, the quietness of the kitchen was eerie after the screaming alarm.

“What were you doing?” y/n asked, holding her hand out for me to grab as I jumped down.

“Smokin’,” I grinned.

“Told you that you gotta have a window open if you smoke in here,” she shrugged smugly, “you’ve been home one night and already the place thinks you’re trying to burn it down.”

Y/n went to open the window across from the bench that looked out onto the garden. As she did so, I shivered from the cold air coming in and she looked at me with a pout. To fix the problem, she took off her hoodie, which was actually mine, and handed it to me. I threw it on with relief and she smiled like that small action had made her day.

“Why’re you home? You only left like an hour ago,” I asked, not complain’, just confused.

“Got the bloody rosters wrong didn’t they,” she grumbled.

“Their loss and my win, eh?” I pulled her into me by the loops on her jeans for a quick kiss.

“Don’t pull my pants down,” she joked, placing her hands on my chest.

I smirked as if I’d just accepted a challenge and her face fell. Quickly I pulled her jeans down her legs and burst out laughing.

“You’re such a child!” she exclaimed, pretending to be mad.

At that exact moment, Larry walked in with Little Mary following behind. Y/n quickly pulled her shirt down over her underwear.

“Whatever this is, I’m leaving,” Larry sighed, tipping his head back and turning back the way he came. Little Mary trotted off and curled up in her bed by the sofa.

“Mornin’ mate!” I called. Y/n and I glanced at each other.

“That’s what I get for leaving my room...fuckin’ couples,” Larry muttered to himself as he walked off. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Once y/n had pulled her pants back up, she made me take a hot brew into Larry as an apology for our weirdness. He thanked me then complained about how he really needed to get a girlfriend or something.

“You will mate, don’t fret,” I said, ruffling his hair. He didn’t say anything back.

......

“Okay, what’s the fuckin’ deal with Larry?” y/n asked, moving so she was sat cross-legged on top of the bed sheets, making the mattress springs creak.

Y/n had her hair tied up messy after being cuddled up under the covers with me all day, only wearing one of my t-shirts that fit her like a dress. She was so beautiful without even tryin’.

“Dunno. Think he’s feelin’ a bit lonely, you know? Like, seein’ us around all the time,” I replied, handing her a bowl of reheated spaghetti from last night.

“He didn’t even say hello earlier, just looked at me weird and went back to his room...”

I sat beside her, also cross-legged and flicked the TV on. We sat in silence for a minute just digging into our lazy dinner. Three days had passed since Larry had started acting all sulky and down.

“We need to do something to cheer him up,” she said, scrunching up her eyebrows in thought. I nodded in agreement.

“Like what?” I asked, reaching out and wiping some of the sauce from her chin.

“We could try setting him up with someone?” y/n suggested.

“Yeah, could do. Would have to be like, not obvious though, you know?” I replied, knowing that Larry would probably get pissed if he thought we were just trying to get him out of the house or something.

“True. Let me sleep on it,” y/n said and I nodded. She leant her shoulder against mine and continued munching on her spaghetti while mindlessly staring at the TV. I smiled to myself, liking that she wanted to help Larry. Always put others first.

After dinner, we left our empty bowls discarded on the floor by the bed and rolled about in the sheets. She pinned me down and snuggled into me, both of us laughing. Y/n lay down beside me and rested her head on my shoulder; I stretched my arm under her neck and gently traced the skin on her arm with my fingers, amused at the little goose bumps that appeared.

“I love it when you wear hoodies,” she sighed happily, pulling at the drawstrings so the hood tightened around my face.

“I know you do, love,” I muffled.

“Much more soft and cuddly.”

........

“I got it!” y/n exclaimed, jumping down from the kitchen bench and putting her ciggie out in the ashtray excitedly.

“Got what?” I asked.

“I’ll invite Catrina over dinner; she always liked Larry. They got on yeah?” y/n suggested.

“Catrina...?” I couldn’t remember who she was talking about.

“Girl I used to work with at the cafe, always gave you and Larry extra banana bread? Cute, little, fuzzy blonde hair?” she prompted.

“Oh. Cat. Yeah, do it.”

“I think she broke up with Michael a few months ago...he hasn’t been on her Facebook for a while,” she mumbled, flicking through her phone.

She held it up in front of my face and showed me Catrina’s profile. ‘Single’ appeared under the photo of her on a beach in a bikini. Larry would love it. Plus she’d dead nice too. I always liked her; she was quiet and shy but just good, you know? And I think y/n was right, she did seem to have a bit of a crush on Larry back then.

“Perfect,” I grinned.

.....

A week later, y/n and I were preparing for our secret Larry and Catrina blind date. He was under the impression that we were just having some of y/n’s work friends over. Not that we were trying to set him up. Y/n had asked Catrina if she was happy to be match-made with Larry and she was down, so everything was looking good so far. We’d cleaned the house, well, the guest bathroom and the living space; everything else was shoved behind closed doors. All that was left was to cook dinner. Y/n had decided she wanted to make her own pasta from scratch, something we’d never done before that terrified me, if I’m honest.

“You just gotta make the dough and like, put it in the machine to flatten it,” y/n told me, looking at her mum’s pasta maker as if it were an alien.

“I don’t trust that thing,” I said sceptically, y/n laughed and shook her head.

“Can’t we just use stuff out a packet?” I asked, making y/n roll her eyes.

She began to make the pasta dough, adding the flour and water, carefully following instructions. Knowing I’d probably make things worse than better, I went to choose the music that was going to be the soundtrack to our efforts.

“Need somethin’ Italian, hey,” I chuckled.

“Or you could like, actually help?” y/n said, sounding a bit pissed off that I was sat on the floor fiddling with her Spotify instead of helping her cook.

Smirking, I turned up the music and crept up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started to hum a long with the music in her ear.

“When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie...” I sang louder, putting on the accent badly.

Y/n turned in my arms to face me, a playful scowl on her face as she held her hands up at head height. They were covered in flour and sticky dough.

“If you don’t shut up and help I’m gonna cover you in flour,” she warned, her eyes glinting.

After staring into her eyes for a good few seconds, I slowly opened my mouth and sang the line again with a grin.

“Oh! You!....”

And with that, y/n started to smack me all over, leaving white flour handprints all over me and getting bits of the soggy, yellow dough stuck in my hair and clothes. I was laughing like mad and grabbed her, holding her tight.

“Not so fast, babe!”

With one arm holding her tight while she struggled, I reached out and wiped my hand in the flour. I let her go and before she could slap me first, I smacked my hand on her bum, leaving a perfectly formed handprint on her black jeans. For a second she looked horrified but then burst out laughing again. We were both in hysterics, throwing flour all over each other and making a right mess.

By the end of things, we were covered head to toe; my hair was almost completely white.

“Fuck, I love you,” I said happily before I kissed y/n hard. The flour on our lips made us pull away and spit a bit, tasted gross and all dry.

“Love you too,” she smiled and kissed me again.

Despite my pleas to go and take a shower together to wash off all the flour, y/n insisted we just finish making the pasta so we were ready for tonight. And so we did. Together we kneaded the dough until it was perfect and pillowy soft. As we did so, the flour fights occurred on a smaller scale; wiping it on each other’s nose or cheeks. Y/n also got me back for the bum handprint. We watched YouTube videos over and over to make sure we were putting the dough through the machine properly. It was like a hand crank thing, where you turned the handle round and it rolled out the flattened dough that you would cut into the pasta pieces. Quite clever really.

Once we’d cut the dough into strips how we wanted, we cooked it. I left that bit to y/n though as I always left pasta in ‘til it was overcooked or took it out while it was still soggy; I could never get it right. While she left the pasta in the pot, I snaked my arms around her waist again and started quietly humming along to whatever was playing and we swayed together. She rested her head on my shoulder and smiled.

“You ready?” I asked, before twirling her in my arms playfully.

Y/n laughed as she spun around and I kept singin’ while we danced on the hardwood floors of the kitchen.

“This is what it’s gonna be like when we’re married and old,” I said, “gonna dance with ya all the time. Make everyone else in the nursin’ home jealous.”

“You really think you’d cope in a nursing home?” she questioned, surprised.

“Oh yeah. You get your own room, meals provided for you, bingo night? Class,” I grinned. “Not to mention them hot nurses,” I winked.

Y/n rolled her eyes at me, as usual.

“I’d get so bored. I’d want to be in my own home when I’m old,” she sighed.

“Well lucky it’s far off, hey?” I replied, kissing her on the forehead.

We held each other, dancing together slowly in silence until the song stopped. It was peaceful and classically romantic. When the timer on y/n’s phone went off, she checked the pasta by using a fork to pull out one strand and after it had cooled, popped it in her mouth. Her face scrunched up a bit in thought, then she smiled wide.

“We did it!” y/n exclaimed and made me try some. I gave it a thumbs up and she emptied the pot into a strainer over the sink.

When y/n had finished making the sauce, with me helping by passing her the ingredients and reaching stuff on the shelves that were too high up for her, we rushed into the bathroom for a shower together. We shed our flour-covered clothes, leaving them on the floor in a trail to the bathroom. I washed her hair and she washed mine, getting out all the bits of dough and flour and whatever else. In silence, y/n ran her fingers through my hair and let the water run over my face. As she did, I got little tingles in my scalp wherever she touched. We held each other and kissed under the hot water; felt like nothing existed outside of there; like it was just us and time had stopped. Her body pressed to mine; I rested my chin on top of her head and ran my arms up and down her sides.

“I like it when you’re home,” y/n whispered into my skin.

“I like you.”

“I think you more than like me,” she smirked, head still under my chin.

“Nah. You’re alright. Don’t love you or nothin’ though,” I teased.

“Sure, Van,” she replied in a knowing tone, “well, in that case, I don’t love you or nothin’ either,” she added, mocking my voice.

I just chuckled and held her tighter.

…….

“You guys actually made this?” Larry asked, astonished that y/n and I had managed to do something so adult.

“Yeah, it’s like not even out of a packet!” I replied enthusiastically, dishing some onto his plate.

“It smells amazing,” Catrina smiled sweetly.

“Gonna taste even better,” y/n winked.

She was right; it tasted so fucking good. I mean, like normal pasta but more fresh and soft. Just better Everyone praised our efforts and I could see y/n beaming with pride. I held her hand under the table and stroked her skin with my thumb; she did good. Larry and Catrina seemed to be hitting it off. Larry was all nervous smiles and weird jokes but Catrina laughed at them all. Y/n and I sat smugly in our seats for the whole meal.

Many glasses of wine, servings of pasta, laughs and embarrassing stories about Larry later, it was well into the night and Catrina had to go. After saying goodbye, y/n and I began to clear the table. Y/n was pretty drunk so she sat on the bench and passed me plates as I rinsed them and stacked them in the dishwasher heavy-handedly.

Larry slowly walked Catrina to her uber with that typical dumb grin on his face and we watched their interaction keenly with our noses pressed up against the window.

“Do you reckon he’ll kiss her?” y/n whispered.

“Nah. Why you whisperin’ love?” I laughed.

“Oh. Dunno. Shit! Look!” she exclaimed, placing her hand onto the glass.

Catrina was looking shyly down at the ground as Larry spoke and typed his number into her phone. As he gave it back, she placed one hand on his arm and reached out to kiss him on the cheek.

“Fuck yeah, mate!” I cheered, fist pumping into the air.

“We did ittttt,” y/n slurred.

“I think it’s time to get you into bed,” I laughed as y/n swayed on the spot, happy and drunk and pleased with her efforts.

“Nooo, I need to give Larry girl advice,” she pouted.

“You can do that tomorrow,” I soothed, scooping her up in my arms like a bride.

Y/n lazily wrapped her arms around my neck and sighed contentedly. She shut her eyes and nuzzled into my neck, pleased to be so close to me. I grinned at Larry who walked in the door as I was going past and he grinned back, happy again. By the time I got y/n down into bed and shoes off, she was almost asleep.

“Let’s just sleep now…” y/n yawned, tugging at the front of my shirt.

“Gotta take ya makeup off,” I whispered as I ducked into the bathroom to grab some wipes.

When I got back, she was curled up in bed wearing one of my hoodies. I just stood for a moment and stared at her, completely in love. I gently wiped her face, knowing she always talked about how bad it is to sleep with that stuff on her face still.

“We make good pasta,” she smiled.

“That we do, love,” I replied and kissed her forehead before turning the lamp off.

#van #van mccann #catb #Catfish and the Bottlemen #larry lau

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ssportlive4 · 3 years ago

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Sourdough pizza. I like to think of pizza and bread as siblings separated in. This pizza has a super bubbly, soft. Sourdough bakers are always on the lookout for creative ways to put unfed starter to use.

Make amazing pizza at home using Foodgeek sourdough pizza recipe. A naturally leavned dough with amazing taste that bakes up perfectly in your home oven. My first revelation in pizza making was when I realized that sourdough pizza dough was barely different from the bread dough I was already making — just less water and a little olive oil.

Hello everybody, hope you are having an incredible day today. Today, I will show you a way to prepare a special dish, sourdough pizza. One of my favorites food recipes. This time, I will make it a bit unique. This will be really delicious.

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To begin with this particular recipe, we have to prepare a few ingredients. You can cook sourdough pizza using 15 ingredients and 17 steps. Here is how you cook that.

The ingredients needed to make Sourdough pizza:

{Take of Dough.

{Get of flour (type 00).

{Make ready of semolina.

{Get of salt.

{Get of sourdough starter.

{Make ready of water.

{Make ready of olive oil.

{Prepare of dried yeast.

{Prepare of Toppings.

{Take of peeled tomatoes (pelati), 400 g (260 g net).

{Make ready of oregano.

{Prepare of garlic, crushed.

{Prepare of salt.

{Get of buffalo mozarella.

{Take of anything else is optional, e.g. prosciutto, rocket, salami, mushrooms, basil.

Sourdough pizza crust is simply a crust that uses a sourdough starter instead of yeast to leaven the crust. The end product is a delicious crust that is both crispy and chewy and has all those natural airy. Thus, sourdough pizza is the original pizza; no yeast, milk, or sugar added. Our easy sourdough pizza is a nod to the olden methods in which a piece of scrap dough was rolled thin so it would cook.

Instructions to make Sourdough pizza:

Place all the ingredients for the dough into a bowl and mix until just combined..

Cover the bowl, place it in the fridge, and let it ferment for 24 hours..

Lightly dust the counter top with a bit of flour and scoop the dough out on top of it..

Fold the dough into itself a few times until it starts to firm up a bit, then knock the air out of it by gently hitting it with your palm and pulling back with your fingers while slowly rotating the dough. Finally form a ball by tucking it in under itself while rotating..

Divide the dough into 2 or 3 equal portions, depending on whether you want a slightly larger pizza or not..

Roll the portions into small balls by gently pressing down on them with your palm while doing a circular motion on a lightly dusted counter top. Dust your hands with a bit of flour if they are too sticky, but don't use too much..

Cover the dough portions with a kitchen cloth and let it prove for an hour to an hour and a half..

Place a roasting tray upside-down into the oven, and crank the oven up as far as it will go to preheat it..

While the dough is proving and oven pre-heating, prepare your toppings..

Pour the tomatoes out of the tin and into a bowl, and add the salt and garlic. Use your hands to squash them, then strain the excess liquid. You can save the tomato juice to drink it later..

Add the oregano to the tomatoes and mix..

Slice the mozzarella into rings, about half a centimetre thick. Chop and/or prepare any other toppings you might be using..

Dust a large cutting board with a mix of semolina and flour. Place one of the dough portions on the board. Be careful not to squash it all together, try to retain its natural shape while moving it to the board..

Stretch the dough with your fingers from the middle outwards, to form a pizza base, leaving a thicker edge on the outside. If you tear a hole in the dough, just patch it up with a bit of excess dough..

Spread half (or 1/3 depending on how many portions of dough you have) of the tomato sauce over the pizza base, space out the mozzarella slices, and add any of the additional toppings. Drizzle with a little bit of olive oil..

Slide the pizza from the cutting board onto the upside-down tray in the oven. Bake for about 5 minutes on full heat..

While the pizza is cooking, repeat steps 13-17 for the other pizza(s)..

Master the art of making sourdough pizza dough using our comprehensive guide, complete with instructions of how to cook awesome pizza in your Ooni pizza oven! A wet sourdough works amazing with pizza, especially if it's retarted at least one night. If the dough is too wet I sometimes just press it with oiled hands in a non stick paper, but that's when I'm a bit. In recent years, I've often looked for ways to use up the excess or discard The only downside so far has been my inability to stretch and toss the sourdough pizza dough the. Make homemade sourdough pizza with a wonderfully chewy crust.

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