#Rustic Baguette

[askwhatsforlunch]

Ava's Wine and Cheese

Aotearoa New Zealand produces some really beautiful wines, especially crisp and tangy or floral and ripe-fruit-y (think peach!) whites. Thus, the bottle I brought to my girl from France was a Rhône Valley Crozes-Hermitage, a full-bodied red with notes of berries and spice. Ava announced on Tuesday that she would take care of dinner, and produced this tasty Wine and Cheese. The cheeses, if not French, were really very good, and paired beautifully with the wine.

She picked a "French Style" Brie, slightly firm with a deep strong flavour, spicy, nutty and gorgeously crumbly Aged Cheddar, and a a nice Feta, both fresh and salty, which she sprinkled with sage, marjoram and thyme. She liberally sprinkled Tamari Almonds onto the cheeses, and served them with Crackers, crusty Rustic Baguette, butter, and Dressed Lettuce --the Balsamic Vinegar in the dressing bringing a touch of sweetness to the whole meal!

The hardest part was opening the bottle as New Zealand wine doesn't come with cork stoppers, and we did not have a corkscrew. Luckily, the concierge uncovered a tiny Swiss knife in the lost and found, and we managed with the miniature corkscrew! (Do not try to push the cork in, as was her first suggestion; there's no better way to ruin a good beverage!)

Ava's Wine and Cheese worked really well because of the variety of cheeses, and how well each paired with the wine, and it was a tour de force, given we're not staying here very long! She pairs so wonderfully with me, eh?

[life-spire]

[loftyangel]

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[valiasims]

Baker's Kitchen Collection Part 2

Hey everyone!

Finally I'm uploading my new set which - as you can see from the earlier WIPs - is a clutter set which will go well with my previous collection. I tried to capture the chaos of baking when everything is out and there's a beatiful mess in the kitchen.

My aim was to theme the object around baking bread. There's still so much more I could have included but didn't have the time for it but I think these clutter items will fill up your kitchens and add a homey feeling to it.

I made a retro inspired stove and I'm really proud how it turned out. It can go well with a rustic kitchen but with a luxury kitchen as well. The bigger size is 1,5 tiles wide so for best placement you will need to turn on the half-tile placement with the F5 key.

I hope you like this collection and feel free to provide any feedback.

Have a nice day!

Stove (1 tile, 1,5 tile)

Folded tea towel

Tea towel (to put on the edge of the surfaces)

Scale

Measuring cups

Spilled flour

Flour sack

Dutch oven

Dough scraper

Tray of croissants

Tray of cinnamon rolls

Chopping board (two version)

Croissants

Bread

Baguettes

Bowls

Bowl with tea towel

Bowl

Big bowls

Basket with rolling pins

Banneton basket with bread

Banneton baskets

Egg holder

🔹 Compatibility All items are Base Game compatible. 🔹 TIP You can find the items easily in your Build Catalog if you type in "Baker's Kitchen" or "VALIA". 🔹 Info - Low poly, new, maxis match meshes- Since some items share the same texture you need to have them in your mods folder to properly work. 

DOWNLOAD FREE ON PATREON Public release on the 7th of June

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# CL16 — SOUS LES ÉTOILES DE NOËL !

MASTERLIST !

SERIES MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ charles organizes a romantic christmas getaway at his place in the alps.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ none, just fluff!

003. NOTE !

✯ how are you guys liking the christmas specials so far? i’d love to receive some feedback 🫶

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The season had been long and grueling, with endless laps around the world’s most challenging circuits. For Charles, the weight of the year lingered in his weary smile as he sent the invitation—a simple text: "Come spend Christmas with me. I have a place in the Alps. Quiet, just us."

The idea of escaping to a secluded chalet in the French Alps was irresistible. You imagined the snowy peaks, the crackle of a fire, and Charles—a vision of peace and charm, unburdened by the pressures of his career. When you finally arrived, the chalet did not disappoint.

Nestled among towering pines, the wooden chalet exudes warmth. Its dark timber beams were wrapped in twinkling lights, and a wreath adorned the door. Inside, a crackling fire bathed the room in golden light. The air smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, as if Christmas itself had taken residence here.

“Bienvenue,” he said softly when you arrived at the chalet, the rich timbre of his accent making the word feel like a gift in itself.

The interior of the chalet was just as inviting as its perfect exterior. Wood-paneled walls gave the space a rustic charm, while the roaring fire in the stone hearth filled the room with both warmth and a golden glow. Cozy blankets were draped over a large, overstuffed sofa, their textures inviting and soft. Pillows in festive patterns—reds, greens, and snowy whites—added a touch of holiday cheer. In the corner, a Christmas tree stood proudly, its branches adorned with ornaments that shimmered in the firelight.

The decorations were simple but thoughtful: glass baubles, wooden stars, and tiny bells that jingled faintly when you brushed past them. At the base, a few gifts wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine added an understated charm.

“It’s perfect,” you said, your voice filled with quiet awe as you took it all in.

“Not yet,” Charles replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “We haven’t had dinner.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and easy. The world outside felt distant, muffled by the thick snow blanketing the mountains and the quiet that seemed to envelop the chalet. The air inside was tinged with the faintest hints of cinnamon and pine, as if Christmas itself had settled into the space. It was as if time had slowed, and for the first time in months, you felt your shoulders relax, your worries dissipating in the tranquil beauty of it all.

The warmth of the chalet wrapped around you both like a cocoon, and Charles seemed just as content. His energy was different here—softer, more at ease. He moved through the space as though he belonged to it, a calm confidence replacing the quick, determined strides you were so used to seeing.

When dinner was ready, it was as comforting as the setting. Charles had gone all out, planning a classic réveillon feast; a French tradition that celebrated indulgence and connection. The dining table, positioned near a wide window overlooking the snowy expanse, was set simply but elegantly. A garland of evergreen branches ran down the center, interspersed with pinecones and tiny white candles in glass holders.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Charles teased, pouring you a glass of red wine, the deep ruby liquid catching the flickering candlelight.

“Starving,” you replied, watching the way the firelight danced in his green eyes.

The first course was a decadent foie gras served with freshly baked baguette, the crust still warm. Charles explained the best way to enjoy it, his enthusiasm lighting up his features.

Next came the main courses—a perfectly roasted goose surrounded by caramelized chestnuts, a creamy potato gratin with just the right amount of nutmeg, and a small mountain of buttered green beans. Each dish was presented with care, and Charles took the time to describe them, his voice filled with pride.

“And these cheeses,” he said as he placed a platter between you, “are from a local farm. The chèvre is incredible, but this one”—he pointed to a soft, creamy wheel—“is my favorite.”

Course after course appeared, each one somehow better than the last. Between bites, you watched Charles relax further, the lines of exhaustion on his face softening with each sip of wine, each shared laugh. He leaned back in his chair at times, his grin easy and boyish as he recounted a particularly funny story from his last race.

By the time dessert arrived—a slightly lopsided bûche de Noël—he was clearly pleased with himself.

“I helped with this one,” he said proudly as he set the chocolate yule log in the center of the table.

“Helped?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, your tone skeptical but amused.

“Well,” he admitted, his cheeks turning pink in the firelight, “I might’ve just added the powdered sugar. But still.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took a bite, the rich chocolate melting on your tongue. “It’s perfect,” you said, savoring the sweetness.

“Not as perfect as this,” he murmured, his gaze softening as it lingered on you.

The moment held a quiet intensity, the kind that didn’t need words to fill the silence. His subtle grin carried something deeper—gratitude, affection, and perhaps a touch of awe. The world outside the chalet seemed to fade away entirely, leaving only the two of you surrounded by warmth, laughter, and the gentle glow of Christmas.  

When the clock neared midnight, Charles stood and reached out his hand. “Come with me,” he said, his tone filled with an almost childlike excitement. “I want to show you something.”  

Intrigued, you slid your hand into his, the comforting strength of his grasp sending a rush of warmth through you. Together, you bundled into your coats and scarves, the wool soft against your skin. His touch lingered as he adjusted your scarf, his fingertips brushing your cheek. “There,” he said, satisfied, as if preparing you for a magical adventure.  

The crisp night air embraced you as you stepped outside. Snowflakes fell gently, blanketing the world in white, their crystalline forms catching the faint light of the chalet behind you. The snow crunched beneath your boots with each step, the sound punctuating the serene quiet of the forest.  

Charles led the way through the towering pines, their branches heavy with snow and glistening faintly under the starlight. The air was so still that every sound—the gentle whisper of the wind, the distant hoot of an owl, and the soft rhythm of his steps beside you—felt amplified, like a symphony composed solely for the two of you.  

The clearing appeared almost suddenly, a wide expanse where the snow glittered like diamonds under the infinite sky. Above, the stars stretched endlessly, their brilliance untouched by city lights, casting a serene glow over the scene.  

“It’s beautiful,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, as if anything louder would disturb the sanctity of the moment.  

“It is,” Charles replied, though his eyes weren’t on the stars. They were fixed on you.  

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out something small. The item, a leather notebook with edges slightly worn from use, looked humble yet meaningful in his hands. He extended it toward you, his expression a mixture of shyness and vulnerability, as though he were baring a part of his soul.  

“What’s this?” you asked softly, running your fingers over the smooth, weathered cover before flipping it open.  

“It’s something I’ve been working on,” he said, his voice a touch unsteady but sincere.  

The first page held a date, neatly written, and a memory. As you flipped through the notebook, you realized it was filled with moments—days spent laughing over coffee, late nights talking about your dreams, even quiet instances when words weren’t necessary. Each entry was written in his handwriting, neat yet personal, and infused with a warmth that made your chest ache.  

“I started writing these when I realized how much they mattered to me,” Charles said, his gaze dropping momentarily to the snow at his feet. “Sometimes, it’s hard to say everything out loud. But I didn’t want to forget any of it. And I wanted you to know.”  

Your breath hitched as you turned the pages, each one revealing more of his heart, his care, his love. The notebook wasn’t just a collection of memories; it was a testament to how deeply he cherished your time together.  

“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of emotion.  

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, stepping closer until his warmth enveloped you. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing gently against your cheeks. The snow fell softly around him, clinging to his dark hair and framing his face in a way that made him seem ethereal under the starlight. His green eyes held yours, filled with an intensity that stole the words from your lips.  

When he kissed you, it was unhurried and tender, as if time itself had paused to witness the moment. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours, the warmth of his touch, and the silent promise written in the stars above.  

As he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His breath mingled with yours in the cold air, and his voice, thick with emotion, broke the silence. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, his words carrying the weight of everything he felt.  

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, your heart so full it felt as if it might burst.  

Hand in hand, you made your way back to the chalet, the notebook clutched tightly to your chest. The fire had dwindled into glowing embers, casting a soft, golden light across the room as you both settled onto the sofa. Charles wrapped a blanket around you, his arm pulling you close to his side.  

The notebook rested in your lap, its pages heavy with meaning. You ran your fingers over the edges, the leather warm from your touch. “I can’t believe you did this,” you said, your voice soft with wonder.  

He tilted his head to look at you, his expression unguarded and tender. “I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. Even when I’m far away, you’re always here,” he said, his hand brushing lightly over your heart.  

As the flames crackled softly and the scent of pine lingered in the air, you leaned into his embrace, feeling a peace you hadn’t known in months. The world beyond the mountains felt distant, insignificant compared to the quiet perfection of this moment.  

The snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the chalet in serenity. Under the stars of Christmas, everything felt complete, as though the universe itself had conspired to create this magical evening just for the two of you.

[thetic-core]

A whole lot of cottagecore variations for you cuties!

Classic Cottagecore Variations

Vintage Cottagecore: Antique furniture, lace doilies, and old-fashioned floral patterns.

Rustic Cottagecore: Worn wooden furniture, burlap, and earthy tones.

Pastel Cottagecore: Light pinks, mint greens, and soft yellows with delicate floral motifs.

Fairy Cottagecore: Mushrooms, glittering fairy lights, and whimsical forest elements.

Victorian Cottagecore: Romantic dresses, corsets, and ornate decor with a historical flair.

Homestead Cottagecore: Practical farming tools, garden beds, and handmade goods.

Woodland Cottagecore: Forest animals, moss-covered logs, and ferns.

Nature-Inspired Cottagecore Variations

Meadowcore: Wildflowers, sunny fields, and buzzing bees.

Ocean Cottagecore: Coastal cottages, seashells, and nautical vibes.

Mountain Cottagecore: Pine trees, cozy log cabins, and misty peaks.

Winter Cottagecore: Snowy landscapes, hot drinks, and woolen blankets.

Autumn Cottagecore: Warm oranges, pumpkins, and crunchy leaves.

Spring Cottagecore: Blooming flowers, pastel colors, and baby animals.

Garden Cottagecore: Vegetables, gardening tools, and flower beds.

Swamp Cottagecore: Reeds, cattails, frogs, and murky water charm.

Whimsical Cottagecore Variations

Fairy Tale Cottagecore: Enchanted cottages, storybook characters, and magic.

Cottagepunk: A mix of rustic cottage life with steampunk or industrial elements.

witchcore: Herbs, spellbooks, and mystical moonlit rituals.

Fantasy Cottagecore: Elves, mythical creatures, and glowing forests.

Cottage Goblincore: Mushrooms, shiny trinkets, and a touch of chaos.

Enchanted Cottagecore: Sparkling rivers, magical animals, and ethereal lighting.

Pixiecore: Tiny houses, oversized mushrooms, and playful mischief.

Cultural and Seasonal Cottagecore Variations

Nordic Cottagecore: Cozy knitwear, log cabins, and snowy Scandinavian landscapes.

French Cottagecore: Lavender fields, baguettes, and rustic Provençal decor.

Japanese Cottagecore: Tatami mats, shoji screens, and Zen gardens.

Celtic Cottagecore: Ancient stone circles, green hills, and folklore.

Holiday Cottagecore: Wreaths, candles, and festive homemade treats.

Harvest Cottagecore: Cornucopias, hayrides, and golden fields.

Lifestyle Cottagecore Variations

Homeschool Cottagecore: Stacks of books, cozy learning nooks, and handmade crafts.

Artist Cottagecore: Sketchbooks, watercolors, and easels in a sunlit room.

Baker Cottagecore: Flour-dusted counters, bread rising, and pies cooling on windowsills.

Herbalist Cottagecore: Dried herbs, apothecary jars, and wildflower bouquets.

Knitting Cottagecore: Balls of yarn, handmade scarves, and cozy evenings by the fire.

Fantasy and Storybook-Inspired Cottagecore

Wizard Cottagecore: Potion bottles, spell scrolls, and magical libraries.

Hobbitcore: Round doors, lush gardens, and cozy burrows.

Princess Cottagecore: Gowns, tiaras, and castle-like cottages.

Mermaid Cottagecore: Underwater themes with shells, pearls, and ocean vibes.

Color-Themed Cottagecore Variations

Golden Cottagecore: Sunflowers, amber lighting, and golden wheat fields.

Moss Cottagecore: Deep greens, mossy textures, and earthy tones.

Pink Cottagecore: Rose gardens, soft pink decor, and strawberry motifs.

Blue Cottagecore: Wisteria, cornflowers, and serene blue skies.

Monochrome Cottagecore: Black-and-white aesthetics with soft contrasts.

[rainbowcaleb]

If you need a goofy little fic distraction right now, here is 1.2k short and sweet words about surprises, costumes, Jester, Fjord, Beau, boats, bagels, baguettes, buns, breads and more 💙🍞

(Read and comment on ao3)

“Jester, this is an awful lot of bread.” Fjord pushes past the two heavy bags by the door, their canvas sides obscuring what’s inside but the heads of the baguettes peeking from the top are clue enough.

“Hellooo, I'm in the kitchen!”

He can hear her voice despite the well padded room muffling the sound; Jester’s skill at projection is the stuff of legend. He side steps another crate that smells suspiciously like yeast and a large sunflower patterned tote bag of buns as he gingerly makes his way through their house. “Beau is with me, she says she ‘has the stuff’ . Should I be worried?”

Beau’s sigh is audible even though Fjord doesn’t have eyes on her in this carbohydrate jungle. “What part of ‘need to know’ escapes you?”

“Kneed to know!” They’re close enough to the kitchen now that Jester pokes her head out of the doorframe giggling. “That’s a good one, Beau.” Miraculously there’s nary a crumb on Jester’s all-black lace outfit, incongruous to the room behind her piled high with crusty rustic loaves.

Fjord has experience in how to navigate this. “Wow, don’t you look lovely today, also, if you could perhaps tell me what is going on—”

“Can you hold out your arms?” Jester steps towards him and lifts her arms straight, a strange mimic of a hug as if one has never done it before.

Fjord does so, but continues his gentle prod. “My love, would it be okay if I grabbed a snack? It looks like we have plenty extra.”

“Whoa, your wingspan is so wide.” Jester looks at Beau. “You think you brought enough?”

Beau gives Fjord an appraising look. “You working on your traps and lats? Some pre-wedding routine? Looking good.” She grins at Jester. “Yeah, I have enough.”

“Absolutely not!” Jester rounds back on Fjord, taking advantage of his raised arms to wrap her own around his waist. “The bread isn’t for you. It’s not really for me either. It’s the theme , Fjord.”

Fjord knows if he doesn't or if he does asks it's a trap either way, but it’s a risk he must take. “Someone want to clue me in?”

“Fuck man, did you forget?” Beau laughs then covers her mouth to hide it. “He’s all yours, Jester.”

“Should I pre-apologize?” Fjord glances over Jester’s head at Beau. She shrugs but there’s a glint to her eye he doesn’t like.

“It’s fine , like totally, I know you’ve been super busy this week finishing up the whole ‘buying another ship for the fleet and hiring a crew thing’ but you really should look at a calendar once in a while.” She squeezes his middle then quickly shoves her hands under his shirt. Jester tickles like it's her mission to seek, destroy, and cause the most giggles.

“Mercy!” Fjord laughs. “I concede! Do I need to wave a white flag above my head?”

“Depends, are your undies white today, and can you take 'em off and wave those?” Jester pats his stomach and pulls her hands back out with a smile.

“Absolutely do not forget I am in the room right now.” Beau speaks from behind the safety of her hands shielding her eyes.

“Pbbfft, you’re no fun.” Jester sticks out her tongue but does take a step back. “It’s the costume party today! The neighborhood contest? All the kids are going to be stopping by for treats ‘cause I’m trying to bribe them to vote for us?”

“Oh.” Fjord inhales; some part of him knew it is today and that part of the chaos of this week had been decorating every surface with fall leaves, gourds of all sizes and painted face persuasions, and Jester’s insistence of sampling a strange but bountiful variety of baked goods. He knows it doesn’t look good that he forgot, but to be fair his makeshift panel for hiring new crew had included Marius for ‘reading people to see if they’re the right fit’— whatever he meant by that– and Kingsley who in their words ‘think the newbies need a bit of a test first’ which Fjord learned the hard way was just skirting the lacey edge of unethical. He is feeling exhausted after a week of too much peopleing and too little fire extinguishers on board a wooden ship.

“The party is tonight.” He says simply.

“And you, my lovely to-be, are just in time for the costume fitting. Have you been practicing your bat screech?”

“Ah.” It all comes back to him in a buttered bread scented rush. The half-conversation he heard Jester and Reani having. The craft night with Veth and Yasha. The suspiciously full bag Beau is currently carrying. “I’m not good at animal voices the same way I am with accents.” Fjord tries to shrug like he isn’t afraid of what is in store.

Jester sighs. “Just promise me you’ll do your best. I heard the best themed house on the street gets free cinnamon crunch rolls for a month .”

“Darling, my love, we are surrounded by rolls right now.”

“And that’s for the bribe! Keep up!” Jester smacks his arm lightly.

“Yeah, keep up, Captain.”

Fjord sends a lukewarm glare Beau’s way but he is intelligent enough to know when the battle is lost. He has to keep his eyes ahead on the war.

“Are our friends joining us?”

Jester takes the bag from Beau’s arms. “Duh, of course! Caleb is helping Reani teleport over and she’s bringing the headbands. Veth says she’s gonna try and get Luc to be a baby bat but he’s been really teenagery this week so who knows. Yasha and Caduceus picked up their costumes this morning so I bet they’ll be here any minute!”

“Do you need me to run out and get anything?” Fjord eyes the distant door, half-walled off by baked fences.

“Nope!” Jester pops the ‘p’ with her mouth. “Just put on the sexy bat costume and we can start the night with a bang!”

“I am right here. ” Beau repeats.

“Surely Beauregard, you’d want to be the sexy bat instead? Yasha would love to see you…” Fjord tries to think but it’s like the flour has seeped into his brain. “Flap around sexily?”

“I don’t need any help there.” Beau flexes and sends a wink to Jester. “No, this bat costume is made. Just. For. You.” She pokes his arm with each word like deflating a balloon with a barb.

“Captain Tusktooth, won’t you do it for me?” Jester’s voice lilts up and Fjord knows what he will see when he meets her eyes. Glossy, round, perhaps a little magically enhanced to be utterly convincing, but that may just be Jester’s natural charm.

“Just for tonight?” His willpower is crumbling like the pastry crumbs below his boots.

“Yes!” Jester hugs him again. “Just for the party!”

“It’s only a couple hours?”

“Maybe like four or five or maybe six,” Fjord’s sudden cough sounds strangled. “It might go past midnight, but yes just for tonight! My sexy little flappy Fjordy bat, please do it for me.”

“For you, always yes.” He doesn’t have it in his heart to say no. Fjord can suffer the embarrassment for a few hours. He knows the smiles and laughing kisses from Jester will be worth it. Plus, who are they to pass up free cinnamon crunch buns for a whole month ?

[dianabakesbread]

Rustic French Baguette

[merrybrides]

Festive Fall Wedding Ideas

Fire Up the Fondue

Served with apple and pear pieces and sliced baguette, cheese fondue makes for a hearty (and interactive!) group appetizer at the start of dinner.

Try Fresh-Picked Placecards

Clove-adorned apple place cards are such a seasonally appropriate way to welcome guests to their seat. (Added bonus: they smell great!) To create, draw your letter on paper, cut out, and tape to an apple. Using a straight pin, lightly prick along the outside of the letter, “tracing” the outline onto the apple. Remove the paper, and push cloves into the apple, staying within the outline.

Decorate with Dried Wheat

This pretty neutral strikes a sophisticated, textured feel for fall weddings. Try it in a pair of welcoming wreaths at the entrance to your ceremony or reception.

Serve Pretzels as a Late-Night Snack

Honor Oktoberfest with a late-night snack display of soft pretzels. Pro tip: pair with an assortment of German mustards (try Löwensenf and Alstertor) for a bout of tangy taste-testing.

End the Evening With Hot Apple Cider

A spiked apple cider cocktail is the perfect way to cap off your event. Pair with apple cider donuts or pear fritters for a sweet send-off!

Drippy Candle Cake

Layers of melted white chocolate is the secret to these multilayered drippy candle cakes, which will add just the right touch of spookiness to a late October wedding. Birthday candles—inserted almost flush with the tops of the cakes—mimic the candle look.

Set a Cozy Scene

Chippy furniture, apple crates, and rustic ladders are the perfect pieces for setting a rustic tone for your fall wedding reception. Use the antique finds as furniture in the decor focal points of your evening, such as a dessert or drink display.

Offer Cozy Blankets

As the evening starts to cool, encourage guests to help themselves to wool blankets scattered throughout the reception space. (This will be especially appreciated if you're celebrating outdoors!) Show off your love of of all things vintage by nestling the blankets in antique picnic baskets.

Set Up an Apple Toss

For an autumnal cocktail hour activity, set up an apple toss game on the lawn. Gather an assortment of vintage produce baskets in various sizes and designate different point values for each vessel. For game pieces, set out a few ready-to-be-tossed pieces of produce in two different shades (red and green, naturally) so that it's easy to keep track of points.

Serve Pie for Dessert

Not feeling a fall wedding cake? Serve up delicious slices of pie for dessert instead.

Add in Plaid

Plaid is the perfect pattern motif for a cozy fall wedding. Add in touches of the pattern on your tablescapes and in paper details, such as your invitations and escort cards.

Dress Your Bridesmaids in Velvet

The rich texture and subtle sheen of velvet bridesmaid dresses make them a great way to celebrate fall in your wedding fashion choices—especially when you opt for a seasonally-inspired hue such as copper or taupe.

Ride a Tractor to the Ceremony Site

If you're marrying on a farm, why not take advantage of the equipment? A tractor-driven hay ride is the ultimate country way for you and your bridesmaids to arrive at the ceremony site.

Wear a Tweed Suit

Grooms and groomsmen, take note: It's okay to have fun with your fabric! A tweed suit or blazer will help keep you warm at an outdoor celebration, and will also help you get into the autumn spirit.

Use Leaves to Show Off Your Rings

It's practically sinful not to incorporate the stunning, color-changing fall foliage into your wedding photo shoot, but think outside the box. The photo of wedding rings resting on fall leaves is stunning and truly delightful.

Opt for Simple Fall Table Linens

Minimalism and fall marry well with this cool table contrast, made possible by rust-colored napkins against white plates and tablecloths.

Serve a Hot Toddy as Your Signature Drink

And for your signature drink, you can't get any cozier than a hot toddy featuring your favorite bourbon or whiskey. For favors, you could gift guests miniatures plus the recipe for them to re-create at home.

Set Out Pumpkin Seating Cards

Upon arrival, guests are welcomed by festive pumpkins directing them to their seats.

Choose a Naked Wedding Cake

A semi-naked wedding cake is the perfect end-of-the-night treat for a rustic fall wedding. Adorn with deep red fruits and serve alongside apple cider donuts for an extra festive look.

[spookuzm]

What’s your favorite type of bread?

if ya haven't figured it out by my nickname alone - i like crusty and rough breads.

like baguette, ciabatta, rustic country loaf, and more. 'm too lazy to list down more...

i like soft breads too. but i like the feeling of crusty and rough texture better when im eating food.

[greenhousethree]

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Last Song I Listened to: "Sapling" by Foy Vance. (I'm, er, writing a songfic? Sort of?)

3 Favorite Foods: pumpkin bread, bastilla (Moroccan pie), and nachos... all of which I'll enjoy warm or cold.

Last Thing I Googled: what is a blorbo?

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Josselin, a very pretty village best known for its stern basilica and the imposing castle we moored beneath, is the end of the Nante- Brest canal for us. We need to retrace our steps because we have a boat to return in 3 days. The distances between villages are as short as 2-3kms but between the putt putt pace of the boat, the hours during which locks are open and the time it takes to navigate through them, a short distance can take a long time. The other reason we are going no further upstream is because we are reliably informed that the canal becomes narrower and the locks more frequent and harder to manage. We don’t want to push our luck!

We enjoyed this village and ate some lovely meals here - including a 3-course set menu (formule) consisting of an egg salad, a sliced chicken and mushroom dish with seriously good chips and a custard fruit tart. Josselin didn’t seem to have the instantly appealing sociability of Malestroit but the place where we had lunch was pumping, full of French tourists as anxious to escape the icy cold wind as we were. I have been to a few basilicas and chateaus in my time and I would say that these ones live up to their reputation more than most. By castle standards, the chateau was warm and hospital, with pink furnishings and an industrial sized furnace that would have provided them with the bare bones of central heating. After a better night’s sleep, we were ready to push the bow off the wharf at 9am but at 9.30 we were drinking tea instead, waiting for the boat ahead of us to go through the lock and out of sight. It feels wonderful to be on the canal on our own.

After a few easy downstream locks (where the level of water inside is lowered rather than raised) we moored at Guillac to see more of this little village that we had only glanced at and ride our bikes along the canal as we had seen so many people do. We sat at a rustic wooden table outside the boulangerie consuming baguettes and beer and saw not a soul the whole time, except for the lock keeper. We rode upstream, stopping to see the Fontaine St-Bertain, which is now a monument to that Catholic saint, but which was once an open spring with a pagan past. David then had the unexpected pleasure of assisting the lock keeper at Carmenais to open the gates. So well did he do that Lady Catherine de Bourgh (Pride and Prejudice) would have called him a great proficient. We rode into the little hamlet of Saint Gobrien to see their beautifully simple 11th century chapel made out of granite and schist rubble and its 16th century additions - bordered on one side by carefully tended graves. Then back to the boat for wine and pastries and a nap in the subtle evening sun.

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🍥 Rustic Genoa Salami on grilled Sourdough baguette. Made at home for lunch today.

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Little! Sasuke points a stubby finger at Orihime. “Pretty lady!”

━━━━━━━✾✾✾    In    the    world    of    baked    goods,    two    iconic    delicacies    stand    out    above    the    rest:    the    baguette    and    the    doughnut.    Each    has    its    own    exceptional    qualities,    its    own    unparalleled    flavor    and    texture.    The    baguette,    with    its    elongate,    slender    contour    and    crisp    crust,    is    a    masterpiece    of    French    baking.    It's    the    epitome    of    rustic    elegance. The    doughnut,    on    the    other    hand,    is    a    true    extravagance,    a    precious    and    decadent    delight    that    enchants    the    senses    with    its    rich    sugary    glaze.    Funnily    Inoue    had    both    with    her    and    before    the    unexpected    compliment    she    opened    the    bag    to    reveal    three    different    kinds    of    doughnuts    and    bagettes.    "Arigatou.    This    pretty    lady    has    some    treats.    Do    you    want    one?"    Offered,    bestowing    him    a    comely    smile.

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The quintessential Baguette.

The baguette is flour, water, salt and yeast – and the savoir-faire of the artisan.

Back in November, the French baguette – "250 grams of magic and perfection," in the words of President Emmanuel Macron – one of the abiding symbols of the nation was given UNESCO heritage status.

The baguette, with its crusty exterior and soft middle, has remained a quintessential part of French life. The UN agency granted "intangible cultural heritage status" to the tradition of making the baguette and the lifestyle that surrounds them.

More than six billion are baked every year in France, according to the National Federation of French Bakeries. But despite it being a seemingly immortal fixture in French life, the baguette only officially got its name in 1920, when a new law specified its minimum weight (80 grams) and maximum length (40 centimeters). Initially, the baguette was considered a luxury product. The working class ate rustic bread that kept better. Then consumption became widespread and the countryside was won over by baguettes in the 1960s and 1970s.

On a side note: when I was living in Singapore, the hawkers center got inscribed on the UNESCO Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity. Now I’m in France and the baguette get recognized too. Coincidence?! 😉 (Sarcasm)

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What are all the different types of bread in the world?

Bread, a universal comfort food, takes many forms worldwide, each with unique flavors, textures, and cultural significance. From fluffy loaves to crispy flatbreads, the variety of bread reflects the diversity of global culinary traditions.

Let’s start with the quintessential sourdough, known for its tangy taste and rustic crust, beloved in Europe and beyond. In the Middle East, pita bread shines with its pocket-like structure, perfect for wraps or dips. Moving east, India brings the soft, buttery naan and the earthy, unleavened roti, staples in its cuisine.

In South America, arepas and pan de queso offer delightful twists with corn and cheese. Meanwhile, East Asia boasts mantou, a fluffy steamed bread, and bao, filled with savory or sweet treats. The French baguette, Italian focaccia, and German pretzel round out Europe’s famous bread selection.

Closer to home, South Indian snacks like buns bridge the gap between bread and desserts, often flavored with a touch of sweetness and perfect as an evening indulgence.

Bread not only nourishes but also brings people together, embodying stories of tradition and innovation. Whether it’s the artisanal loaves or the humble flatbreads, the world of bread is as vast as it is delicious.

At KR Bakes, our journey began with the belief that every slice of bread carries a tale of craftsmanship and care. Explore this rich diversity and celebrate the joy that every loaf brings to your table.