#Silicone Baking Mat

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[old-knightsvow]

the chocolate chip recipe world is also so big like i tried to look up a few in YouTube and they were all wildly different and by principle i will never watch a tasty video so it was a whole Journey

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10 Must-Have Kitchen Gadgets to Simplify Your Cooking Routine

Cooking at home can be incredibly rewarding, but let’s be honest, it can also feel like a bit of a chore without the right tools. Whether you’re a seasoned chef or just starting out in the kitchen, having the right gadgets can make all the difference. Here are ten must-have kitchen gadgets that have transformed my cooking routine and can do the same for you. 1. Instant Pot I was skeptical about…

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Anti-depression biscuits.

[pathologicalreid]

here with me | s.r.

four times Spencer feels out of place in your house after being released from prison, and one time it's like he never left

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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: mom!reader, dad!spencer, post prison, crying, stephen walker's death, non-specified illness, baking, kissing word count: 3.58k a/n: i love this fic format i have been wanting to do it for ages. and here we are. as always-tell me how you feeeeeeeel

“I wanna stay home,” your daughter whined from her place at the kitchen table. She periodically reached to her sister’s high chair so that she could steal blueberries from her plate.

You hummed, pouring the egg mixture into the preheated skillet, “We played hooky yesterday, bub. We’ve gotta go back to school today.” Using a silicone spatula, you started to scramble the eggs.

She grumbled unintelligibly, dramatically sliding down the chair, “Livvy gets to stay home.”

Turning down the heat on the stove, you went around the counter and crouched in front of your five-year-old, “Well, Livvy’s two, and before you ask, Finn’s not going to school either.”

“Finn’s a baby, mom. He can’t go to school,” she told you proudly.

You frowned at your daughter, “It’s hard to be the oldest, honey. We can’t keep staying home.” Ruffling her hair affectionately, you get up from the floor and go back to the stove, you continue scrambling the eggs.

To your eldest, going back to kindergarten was a fate worse than death. It wasn’t strictly that she didn’t want to go to school, it was that she didn’t want to leave home. The sniffle from the table lets you know that this morning was going to be harder than you initially anticipated. “I wanna stay with daddy,” she cried, kicking her legs at the table.

Turning off the heat, you set the pan on a trivet before going back to the table, “I know,” you responded. Every time you thought you had run out of tears, new ones managed to find their way out.

Of your three kids, Eleanor was old enough to really feel Spencer’s absence. To your dismay, she ended up bearing some of the burden of her father being gone for three months. After staying with your parents for a few days, she was finally reunited with her dad yesterday morning, and they had been nearly inseparable since.

“Oh, Nell,” you sighed, cupping her cheeks in your hands, “I don’t know if daddy has plans today. He has a lot of stuff that needs to be done.

Pulling away from your touch, she frantically wiped the tears from her eyes, “I can do stuff too,” she whimpered.

She unwound your resolve like a ball of yarn, “I know you can, honey. I just…” you faltered. You had let her miss so much school over the last three months that the school had sent letters home, “We’ll just have to see.”

You sighed helplessly, standing back up and smiling softly at Olivia, who had successfully gotten blueberry juice everywhere. Returning to the kitchen, you put some scrambled eggs on Eleanor’s plate and put more in a bowl for Olivia, setting it aside to cool more before you give it to your toddler.

Putting the pan in the sink, you flipped on the tap before starting to clean it. While you kept a watchful eye on the baby monitor, you didn’t notice Spencer come downstairs and walk into the kitchen. In fact, you were completely unaware of his presence until he spoke, “Can I help with anything?”

You lost your grip on the pan, sending soapy water flying all over the kitchen as you frantically tried to catch the handle. Eleanor either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Olivia thought it was hilarious. “Oh,” you breathed as Spencer reached over and turned off the water, “You scared me.”

The two of you shared a timid glance, his hand ghosting over your waist as he walked past you to where the girls were sitting.

Biting the dead skin off of your lips, you finished rinsing the pan before setting it on a drying mat. You were wiping down the countertop when Finn finally woke up, and you dropped everything to go get him from his crib, almost like you were running on autopilot.

Unzip the sleep sack. Change the diaper. Get dressed. Cuddle him. Every morning. In that order.

Resting the groggy baby on your hip, you made your way back downstairs and into the kitchen, starting the bottle warmer and listening to the conversation between Spencer and Nellie.

“What if you go to school today, but on Friday we can both take the day off? We could go out for lunch,” he offered, crouching down so he was at her level.

She looked pointedly over at Olivia, who was happily eating the eggs that you assumed Spencer had given her, now thoroughly doused in ketchup, “Just us?”

Spencer nodded reassuringly, “If it’s okay with mommy, we can have a daddy and Nellie day.” He reached out tentatively and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, everything about him seemed so timid.

You looped around the kitchen table, ruffling Olivia’s hair before doing the same to Eleanor’s and even Spencer’s, which made Olivia giggle.

“Can I?” Spencer asked, nodding his head to the bottle that you had just grabbed from the warmer.

Blinking absently for a moment, you eventually nodded, handing Finn over to his dad along with the bottle, watching as Spencer cradled him, walking him around the kitchen while his bottle was clamped between his tiny hands. “Hey, girls, time to get dressed,” you said, forcing yourself to peel your eyes off of your husband.

Eleanor groaned but got up anyway, trudging up the steps while you followed with Olivia in your arms, feeling like you were missing something without Finn also in tow.

Nell made her way back down first, sitting on the couch and watching her dad, keeping an eye on him like she was afraid he was going to disappear before her very eyes. “Daddy?” She whispered, her voice barely audible from your place at the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?” He asked, you heard the sound of him setting the bottle in the sink.

She’s quiet for a moment before responding, “I missed you.”

Spencer’s footsteps stopped abruptly, “I missed you too, lovebug.”

You started to make your way down the stairs, letting Olivia go down on her own now that she wasn’t covered in blueberry. Eleanor looked at you with big eyes before helping her sister climb up on the couch. “Finny, Finny, Finny,” Olivia echoed.

Zipping up Eleanor’s school lunch in her bag, you sighed, hoping you were doing the right thing by sending her to school. “Hey, Nell,” you said, checking a new message on your phone, “Mrs. Jareau is here.”

JJ’s carpools had saved you multiple times while Spencer was in prison, you were just grateful she was willing to continue them.

Normally, she’d run out the door at the prospect of being able to talk to Henry, but this time she lingered by the front door, holding her backpack straps in her hands and staring at her dad, “Will you be here when I get home?”

He looked at you, a thousand emotions flashing in his brown eyes, and he squatted in front of her, “I’ll be here,” he said, holding out his pinky finger to interlock with her much smaller one. “I promise,” he said, kissing her forehead before standing up.

Once you knew she was off to school, you made sure Olivia was settled in on the couch and Finn was in his bouncer before going back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. You were placing dishes in the dishwasher when Spencer came back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, leaning against the countertop and handing you a bowl to put on the top rack.

Taking the bowl, you didn’t look at him as you placed it in the dishwasher before putting a tablet in and pressing the start button, “I wish you’d stop apologizing.”

He stepped slightly closer to you, “I know. It’s just… watching you handle all three of them in the morning. It’s incredible,” he praised you. “I left you alone,” he said mournfully.

You shrugged, having never really thought of it that way, “You didn’t leave me alone. I had them,” you said, nodding in the direction of the living room, where Finn and Olivia were having a conversation that only the two of them could understand.

You sighed in relief as the shower water washed over you, an early afternoon shower just before Eleanor got home from school, the little ones were down for their naps, and you had to race against time before one of them woke up. It didn’t give you a lot of time to just sit under the running water, but you’d have enough time to wash your hair before you needed to pause the shower.

You had narrowly avoided disaster this morning when the girls’ breakfasts had been mixed up. Thankfully, you navigated a toddler meltdown that was triggered by the appearance of ham in her eggs. Poor Spencer was still confused even after you explained to him that she wouldn’t eat ham because it’s pink and pink is her favorite color.

It wasn’t something that made a lot of sense to you either, but the only person that it needed to make sense to was your two-year-old.

Rinsing your hair, you remembered how happy Spencer had been when he got Finn down last night. He’d spent the day talking about how babies don’t start to really recognize faces until they’re around four months old, and that was about how old he was when Spencer left.

Finn knew his dad. He’d even started reaching out for him when he wanted to be held but feeling comfortable enough to be put down for the night by him—it felt like a milestone.

The crying started right after you finished rinsing your hair, you quickly shut off the water and grabbed your towel off of the hook. Wrapping it around yourself, you dried off your feet before opening the bathroom. Sometimes when Finn cried while you were in the shower, you’d just bring him in with you to finish, but when you opened the door, his tears were already waning.

Spencer had gotten to him first, scooping him out of the crib in your room and holding him to his chest, “Hey, buddy,” he cooed softly, “What’s wrong?”

The baby chattered in response, gripping the cotton of Spencer’s t-shirt in his tiny fists and wiping his tears away.

“You’re alright,” Spencer whispered, placing him on your bed to undo his sleep sack, smiling at his son when he kicked his legs once freed. “You just wanted to be held, huh? Your sister was the same way when she was a baby,” he said.

Nell. He was remembering Nell as a baby, who slept best when she was being held and would cry if you were out of her line of sight.

Spencer turned around, stopping in his tracks when he saw you in the doorway, “Did you finish?”

You’d been caught, “Oh. Could you get a new soap from the hall closet? We’re out,” you fibbed, mindful of the way your hair was still dripping wet.

He frowned, “I just put a new one in this morning. Did you look on the caddy?”

Blinking, you shook your head, “No, my bad.”

You had already started closing the door when he called for you, “Honey?”

Pausing, you peeked out the door to look at him, “Yeah?”

“I’m here,” he told you, something urgent in his tone.

Your face warmed, the reminder of his presence making your heart race, “I—” you faltered, “I know.”

You had managed to get Nell out the door without a fight this morning with the promise of her father-daughter date tomorrow. Olivia was settled with her toys in your line of sight and Finn was in a sling. The baby hadn’t slept well last night, and you were fairly certain that he had a new tooth poking through. He seemed fine now, catching up on sleep while you wiped down the kitchen.

Spencer was across from you, filling out some required papers for his reinstatement hearing. He hadn’t fully committed to seeking reinstatement until you brought it up. Frankly, you were horrified by the fact that Spencer was under the impression that you would ask him to leave the BAU for any reason.

“What do you have planned today?” Spencer asked you, still focusing on the papers while making gentle conversation with you.

You raised your eyebrows briefly, “Really awesome exciting stuff.” You took a sip of your coffee before adjusting Finn’s sling. Very slowly, you were beginning to find a new routine with Spencer and the kids in the morning. Spencer was learning about everything that had changed, and you were learning how to give him more responsibilities around the house.

You needed to let go of the notion that you were still alone. Spencer hummed in response, laughing at your blatant oversell, “Like what?”

Smiling, you dried your hands on a tea towel before standing next to him, distracting him from his paperwork with the cuteness of a sleeping baby. “There is so much dirty laundry in this house,” you told him, “I’m surprised anyone has any clean clothes.”

“Anything else?” Spencer asked, placing one hand gently on your hip and pressing a tentative kiss to your lips.

You hesitated, “Uh, cooking?”

He looked at you curiously, “Cooking for what?”

Chewing on the inside of your lip, you looked over at Olivia, making sure she was preoccupied before answering, “Monica and the kids.”

Realization dawned over Spencer’s face, “Oh,” he breathed. It didn’t surprise you that Spencer had conflicting feelings about Stephen’s death, given that he hadn’t known him that well prior to his arrest, but he and his family had grown close to you in your husband’s absence.

You nodded, “There’s a meal train thing going on for them, so I was going to make some stuff and drop it there later.” Tentatively, you smoothed Spencer’s hair back, needing something to do with your hands, “Maya used to babysit a lot when I needed extra hands. I just want to feel like I’m returning the favor.”

“Can I come with you?” Spencer asked, tilting his head back to look up at you.

Smiling softly at him, you answered, “Of course.” You sniffled, “If we time it right, we could pick Nell up from school at the end of the day.”

He squeezed your hip comfortingly, “I love you.”

You leaned down and kissed him again, “I love you too.”

The chattering woke you up, Finn in his crib talking to himself as you glared at the alarm clock. It was just past three in the morning, and the second thing you noticed was that you were alone in your bed.

You sat up in a panic, worried you had dreamt the past few weeks until your eyes found Spencer’s watch sitting on his nightstand. Rubbing your eyes, you dragged yourself out of bed before getting Finn from his crib, taking his sleep sack off to make him easier to hold, “Hey,” you whispered, “Let’s go find daddy.”

It didn’t take you long, Spencer was sitting on the floor in the hallway, his knees bent to his chest as he looked into Nell’s room, her space nightlight providing a soft glow into the hallway.

“If you move to the left about a foot, you can see both of them at the same time,” you informed him.

He listened, shifting over so that he could see Eleanor and Olivia at the same time, both of them sleeping peacefully in their beds. Spencer looked up at you, “Why do you know that?”

You slid down the wall, taking a seat next to him and settling Finn lengthwise along your thighs, “At the beginning of March, Nell brought home a virus from school and gave it to Liv, and then one of them gave it to Finn. So, I’d sit out here in the hallway and watch the girls with Finny in my lap,” you told him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Just so I’d be nearby if any of them needed anything,” you kept your voice at a whisper, rocking your legs in hopes that it would soothe Finn back to sleep.

Spencer didn’t respond for a moment, thinking through what you had said before finally speaking up, “No one told me they’d been sick.”

Humming, you smoothed the baby’s hair back, keeping it out of his face, “I didn’t tell anyone.” To this day, no one else knew that you had juggled three sick kids at once, “I lied to JJ and told her that I was keeping Nell home for a few days, and she didn’t push for more information.” No one had pushed you for anything in the past three months.

“Why didn’t you ask for help?” Spencer asked, leaning his head on yours and resting a hand on your knee.

You didn’t want to, quite honestly. You hadn’t wanted to have to call your mom or anyone from the BAU when you needed help because it felt like an admission of sorts. Admitting that Spencer was gone long-term and that you were a solo parent. “I don’t know,” you lied, “I felt like I had something to prove to the world.”

Spencer swallowed thickly next to you, “Did it work?”

Shaking your head, you sighed a breath of relief at his presence, “No.”

He was quiet for a while, likely wallowing in a pit of guilt that he had been constructing for weeks, “We should get him back to bed.”

“Spence?” You whispered, closing your eyes and listening to the sounds of your quiet house, “Can we just stay like this for a little while?”

Humming a confirmation, Spencer placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, leaving his hand resting on your knee while the two of you remained in the hallway, enjoying each other’s company.

“We should’ve done cupcakes,” you said mournfully, turning on the oven light to see that there was something very off about the cake you’d put in the oven.

Spencer hummed, looking at the recipe again to see if there was something you had missed, “Why didn’t we do cupcakes?”

You huffed, “The Pinterest photo I found was of a cake.” It was a perfect cake, complete with a purple graduation cap made out of fondant that you could put on the top. The only problem was you had severely overestimated your baking abilities.

“So,” Spencer started, “It’s your fault.”

Scoffing, you tapped his chest with a silicone spatula, “It’s the fault of whoever posted the original photo!”

Spencer smiled at you, a dopey look in his eyes despite it being one in the morning. “We should’ve asked Penelope to do the cake,” he told you, flipping over the recipe you had printed out.

“We can make a cake,” you retorted, you were throwing a very small party for Nell’s last day of kindergarten—the first time you’ve invited a group over since Spencer was arrested. “You have three PhDs and you don’t think you can bake a cake?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, “This might come as a surprise to you, but none of my coursework ever involved baking.”

You grinned at him, “That does surprise me, it’s basically chemistry,” you challenged.

Spencer rolled his eyes, “Okay, come here,” he said, pulling you into his arms by the fabric of your t-shirt.

Realization fell over you as you scrambled to get away, “No! You’re gonna put frosting on my nose again.” It would be his second offense of the evening.

He followed you into the living room where you tripped over a toy truck, causing you to fall to the ground. When he offered a hand to help you up, you tugged him to the floor, causing one of the balloons that you had previously blown up to pop.

You covered your mouth to muffle your giggles, waiting to see if the noise had woken any of the kids up.

The kids were all so happy to have Spencer back, but your stomach twisted at the realization that this was the first night you’d really felt like you had Spencer back. You loved the kids, but you haven’t had a moment without them since February.

“Hey,” you said to Spencer, rolling over and flinging a balloon at him for good measure.

Carefully, you rested your chin on his chest, staring at him while he tried to calm his own laughter, “Hi,” he said back, ruffling your hair affectionately.

You took a deep breath before speaking up again, “I missed you.”

You hadn’t said it yet. You’d developed some misconstrued fear of making him feel guilty if you’d told him just how much you missed him, but it was the truth. You missed him. He smiled softly down at you, almost as if he had been waiting for you to say the words. “I missed you too,” he whispered.

Slowly, you lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to his, kissing him. It was more than any of the quick pecks you’d shared in the last few weeks, it was real. His hands dug into your waist as if he was afraid you were going to disappear, but you stayed there. You stayed with him, and you always would.

Up until the timer for the cake went off, your phone buzzing in your pocket when you finally pulled away. Breathing heavily, Spencer asked, “Is it too late to ask Penelope to do the cake?”

[stargirlygirl]

as bakugou’s housewife, you’re always visiting his agency to bring him lunch or his colleagues some baked goods you made.

he grumbles when eijiro walks into his office holding your freshly-baked muffins and tells him how good they are.

“damn right, they are my wife made ‘em!” eijiro’s eyes widen before he chuckles, wiping away the crumbs from his lips with the back of his hand.

the redhead grins, “there’s more downstairs if you want some.” bakugou grunts out that he’s fine as he keeps his eyes on the report in front of him.

by the time his final meeting for the day is over, he’s in an awful mood. he trudges through the door, flinging his duffle bag near the shoe rack. you jump, your concentration interrupted by the loud noise. you turn around, hearing him stomping into the kitchen. your angry blond has his muscular arms folded across his chest and the deepest furrow in his brows.

“hi, suki!” you smile. he grumbles, lingering behind the island bench. you turn back around and stir the sauce for tonight’s spaghetti. the next few minutes are silent except for the bubbling of the tomato sauce and bakugou’s loud sighs and groans.

“how long are you gonna stand there huffing and puffing, mr big bad wolf?” you say cheekily.

your husband grunts, “don’t call me that.” he stalks up behind you, his calloused palms gripping your hips tightly.

you hum, “then spit it out. what’s got you in such a bad mood?” you squeal as he smacks your ass, flinching and immediately turning to face him. he’s so close his chest ghosts yours.

you stare up at him with wide eyes as you exclaim, “what was that for?!”

he smirks, all snarky, “you shouldn’t waste your time on those extras. you’re my wife.”

you gulp and sigh, “is that what this is about?” tch. “i was being nice, babe, because i’m your wife.” he rolls his eyes, his hands still on your hips. you shove him back with both hands on his pecs, taking the pro hero by surprise. he stumbles back slightly, glaring at you.

you turn the stove off and set the pot down on a silicone mat to let it cool. all the while, bakugou burns holes into you with his intense stare.

even though you’ve been together for a long time now, he still finds it hard to put his feelings into words and to say those words. the distance between you makes his heartache. he closes that gap, cuddling you from behind. you tell him to get off but he won’t budge.

the rest of the night is spent reassuring him that no, you’re not mad at him and yes, you love him more than anyone else (especially eijiro).

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🍪 The Best Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe Ever 🍪

Ingredients:

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

1 cup granulated sugar

1 cup packed light brown sugar

2 large eggs

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

3 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips

Directions:

Step 1: Preheat the Oven

Preheat your oven to 375°F (190°C). Line two baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone baking mats.

Step 2: Cream the Butter and Sugars

In a large mixing bowl, beat the softened butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar together with a hand or stand mixer until light and fluffy (about 2-3 minutes).

Step 3: Add Eggs and Vanilla

Beat in the eggs, one at a time, ensuring each is fully incorporated. Add the vanilla extract and mix well.

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As continual motivation to work on cosplays I have been documenting the process of making this one by @mayakern

I’m editing the original slightly just for my own body limitations but I’m staying pretty close to the source picture!

I got about 3 yards of power mesh which is a fabric that has a four way stretch and I’m using it as the base for my bodice. I sewed it onto a bra because trying to make feathers conform to boob shape without it sounded like hell

Then I attached it to my dress form and got to work. When I was working on my Azem summoning circle dress I bought a silicone mat that’s usually used for baking, because it’s perfect to keep hot glue from sticking to surfaces. I put that under the mesh and started the very long process of applying feathers with hot glue. These are cruelty free feathers primarily (I got some from craft stores and online before I looked into types of feathers and how not to suck while using them) and the hardest part of the process is honestly taking the little fluffy bits off Every. Single. Feather.

And now it’s just repeat ad nauseam

I’m slowly working on the back but I have to figure out how to fasten this top before I add the feathers because if I’m doing a zipper I need to arrange the feathers accordingly. Next reblog will be the necklace I made when I can get pictures of it!

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🍂 Baked Pumpkin Fritter Bites 🍂

Ingredients:

For the Fritters:

🥫 1 cup pumpkin puree

🥄 1 cup all-purpose flour

🍬 1/4 cup granulated sugar

🍬 1/4 cup brown sugar

🥄 1 teaspoon baking powder

🌰 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

🍂 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg

🌱 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger

🧂 1/4 teaspoon salt

🥛 1/4 cup milk (dairy or plant-based)

🍦 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

🥚 1 large egg

🧈 2 tablespoons melted butter

For the Coating:

🍬 1/2 cup granulated sugar

🌰 1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

🧈 2 tablespoons melted butter

Instructions:

Preheat the Oven 🔥

Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C).

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a silicone baking mat.

Prepare the Batter 🥣

In a large bowl, mix together:

🥫 Pumpkin puree

🍬 Granulated sugar & brown sugar

🥛 Milk

🍦 Vanilla extract

🥚 Egg

🧈 Melted butter

In another bowl, whisk together:

🥄 Flour

🥄 Baking powder

🌰 Ground cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger

🧂 Salt

Gradually add the dry ingredients to the wet mixture. Stir just until combined. (Don’t overmix!)

Shape the Fritters 🍩

Using a spoon or a cookie scoop, drop small mounds of the batter onto the prepared baking sheet. Space them about 1 inch apart.

Bake the Fritters 🍪

Bake for 12-15 minutes or until lightly golden and a toothpick comes out clean.

Coat the Fritters 🍯

While they bake, mix together:

🍬 Granulated sugar

🌰 Ground cinnamon

Once baked, let the fritters cool for a few minutes.

Brush each fritter with 🧈 melted butter and roll them in the cinnamon-sugar mixture until well coated. Enjoy! 😋

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Silicone Mats for Baking – Usage and Care Tips

Silicone mats for baking are a game-changer in the kitchen. Discover how to use and care for them with these helpful tips and tricks. Say goodbye to parchment paper and hello to silicone mats for baking! Learn how to get the most out of your mats with our usage and care guide. just got easier with silicone mats! From cleaning to storage, this guide covers everything you need to know about using and caring for your mats.

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Keto Chicken Bacon Ranch Taquitos 😋⤵️

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These quick and easy Keto Chicken Bacon Ranch Taquitos are the perfect low carb appetizer or snack!

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Prep Timem1minute min

Cook Time 5minutes mins

Total Time 6minutes mins

Servings- 2 servings (3 taquitos each)

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Ingredients

6 slices mozzarella cheese

1 ½ cups cooked shredded or grilled chicken

¼ cup cooked bacon 2-3 slices cooked

1 tablespoon low carb ranch dressing

1 teaspoon green onion chopped

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Instructions

Combine the chicken, bacon, ranch and green onions, set aside.

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Line a large baking sheet with a silicone baking mat.

Place the mozzarella slices on the silicone baking sheet, leaving room between each so that they don't touch. Bake 5-7 minutes.

When the edges have browned and the cheese is bubbly (watch the video if you need some guidance) remove from the oven. Allow them to cool about 1 minute, just so they cool enough you can handle, but still very pliable.

Place the chicken bacon ranch mixture on the edge of one slice and tightly roll them up, seam side down.

This recipe makes 2 servings, and each serving (3 taquitos) has 3.5 net carbs.

Nutrition

Serving: 3 taquitos

Calories: 329kcal

Carbohydrates: 3.5g

Protein: 19.7g

Fat: 19g

Cholesterol: 96mg

Sodium: 549mg

Sugar: 0.4g

[cravefoodie]

🍪 Monster Cookies: Soft, Chewy, and Packed with Flavor 🍪

𝓘𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼:

1/2 cup (8 Tbsp; 113g) salted butter, softened to room temperature

1/2 cup (100g) packed light brown sugar

1/4 cup (50g) granulated sugar

3/4 cup (185g) creamy peanut butter

1 large egg, at room temperature

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 and 1/4 cups (156g) all-purpose flour (spooned & leveled)

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup (43g) quick oats

3/4 cup (150g) M&Ms (any size or variety)

1/2 cup (90g) semi-sweet chocolate chips

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼:

1️⃣ Preheat oven to 350F (177C). Line baking sheet with parchment paper or silicone baking mat.

2️⃣ In a large bowl, using a hand-held mixer or stand mixer with paddle attachment, cream the butter and sugars together on medium speed, about 3 minutes. Mix in the peanut butter, egg, and vanilla (in that order). Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed. Slowly mix in the baking soda, flour, and salt. Do not over-mix. On low speed, beat in the quick oats, M&Ms, and chocolate chips just until incorporated. If the dough is very soft and unmanageable by hand, chill the dough for 30 minutes before rolling.

3️⃣ Rolls balls of dough, about 2 Tablespoons of dough per ball, onto prepared baking sheet. Press a few extra M&Ms on top for looks, if preferred. Bake for 11-13 minutes‚-- the cookies will still look a little soft, which is recommended. Slightly press down the baked cookies with the back of a spoon, since the cookies only slightly spread in the oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 10 minutes before transferring to a wire rack. Cookies will firm up as they cool.

[grubloved]

reminder to check any silicone baking mats you have for any tears or splits especially along the edges. they're made with a fiberglass structure so it can start splintering out and getting into ur hands and food and lungs if there's any break in the silicone

[flavorcraftrecipes]

Easy Blueberry Cheesecake Swirl Cookie Recipe 🍪🧀💙

Ingredients For the Cookie Dough:

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour 1/2 tsp baking powder 1/4 tsp salt 1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened 1 cup granulated sugar 1 large egg 1 tsp vanilla extract 1/4 cup sour cream For the Blueberry Cheesecake Swirl:

4 oz cream cheese, softened 1/4 cup powdered sugar 1/4 cup fresh blueberries (or blueberry jam) 1/2 tsp vanilla extract Instructions Preheat the Oven:

Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C). Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a silicone baking mat. Make the Cookie Dough:

In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt. In a large bowl, beat the softened butter and granulated sugar together until light and fluffy. Add the egg and vanilla extract, and beat until combined. Mix in the sour cream, and then gradually add the dry ingredients, mixing until just combined. Prepare the Blueberry Cheesecake Swirl:

In a small bowl, beat together the cream cheese and powdered sugar until smooth. Gently mash the blueberries with a fork, or use blueberry jam for a smoother swirl. Stir the mashed blueberries (or jam) and vanilla extract into the cream cheese mixture. Assemble the Cookies:

Scoop tablespoon-sized portions of cookie dough and drop them onto the prepared baking sheet. Using a spoon or knife, add a small swirl of the blueberry cheesecake mixture on top of each cookie dough ball. Gently swirl the cream cheese and blueberry mixture into the cookie dough using a toothpick or knife. Bake the Cookies:

Bake for 10-12 minutes or until the edges of the cookies are golden brown. The centers may look slightly soft, but they will firm up as they cool. Cool and Serve:

Allow the cookies to cool on the baking sheet for a few minutes before transferring them to a wire rack to cool completely.

[azriona]

Chocolate Chip Shortbread cookies

(Marks & Sparks copycat recipe)

(for @paula-in-dreamland, because she asked)

So full disclosure: I found this recipe online around ten years ago, but no idea where because the link appears to be broken. Ah well. It's not an exact copycat, but it's good enough for me and I love these better than actual c.c. cookies, probably because of the obscene amounts of butter in each cookie. The originals might be British but I am American so deal with the measurements as is.

Ingredients:

8 ounces (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temp

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/4 tsp salt

1 tsp vanilla extract

2 egg yolks

2-1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips (i sometimes add another quarter cup; you do you)

Instructions:

Cream butter and sugar together for 1-2 minutes. It will be fluffy-looking. Like a unicorn.

Add salt, vanilla, and egg yolks, and beat until smooth.

Add flour one scoop at a time and mix until incorporated. It'll be thick, like peanut butter.

Add chocolate chips. Maybe some more chocolate chips. A couple more? Yeah, that looks good.

Roll out the dough on a floured surface to at least 1/4" thick. (Thicker is fine, too, just adjust your bake time accordingly.) I like to aim for a rectangle the size of a regular piece of paper. (8-1/2 x 11, or slightly shorter than an A4 if you're European and still yelling about how much two sticks of butter weighs. It's 226 gram, btw.)

Cut the dough into even squares or rectangles. Or triangles. Or circles. Or hell, cut out tiny Bucky Barneses for all I care, go wild.

Bake on a lined* cookie sheet at 325F for 12-15 minutes. Cool on a wire rack. (*Lined with parchment paper or silicone mats. You can get cheap ones at IKEA, they're the bomb, and you will never have cookies stuck to your cookie tray again.)

Hide the cookies from your children and your husband, or you will not have any cookies and then you will be sad. Like Bucky Barnes. Probably should have made a second batch of Steve Rogerses or Clint Bartons. Ah well, next time.