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ochazuku · 2 years

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Missing Ingredient

At 12.06am, an anxious (and nauseous) Yaoyorozu shows up at Satou's door with eight half-eaten cakes and a desperate plea for help.

Half an hour later, Satou cracks the mystery, and Yaoyorozu cracks the eggs.

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Three raps on the door.

Must be the building rats again. Satou ignores the noises, continuing to brush his teeth with the amount of care needed to prevent cavities resulting from a diet high in sugar (hardly an understatement).

Three raps on the door again. Strange, hardly anyone comes to visit. Plus, what could anyone want at 12.05am? Satou starts to conjure images of emergency situations (hardly a surprise, given the type of school they’re in), until…

“Satou-san? Are you in?” comes a female voice from the door.

Yaoyorozu?!

“Yaoyorozu-san?!” Satou almost shrieks, toothbrush in hand, slightly foaming at the mouth.

“Good, I thought you might have been asleep,” Yaoyorozu places her free hand at her forehead. In her unfree hand is a trolley with trays holding eight…beige-blobs that seem to be half-eaten chiffon cakes. Judging from the slight fragrance, Satou knows they must in fact be half-eaten chiffon cakes. In her face is anxiety (along with visible streaks of nausea), and Satou wonders what in the world could be the matter.

“I’m extremely sorry to be intruding on your rest time at this hour, but I have an urgent request.” Her voice is wobbling, and she looks like she is about to faint any moment.

“N-no worries at all, but please come in and have a seat first,” is all Satou can manage, dumbfounded and confused and sleepy but also completely awake, and he wonders what in the world could be the matter.

“Sorry, I only have cheap green tea in here,” Satou sets his most expensive-looking teacup down on his table in front of Yaoyorozu, slightly sheepish but worried and sincere. “Nonetheless, I hope it can calm you down at least a bit. Green tea has antioxidant properties, I think.”

“Thank you very much,” Yaoyorozu says softly and sadly, downing the entire cup in one go (not noticing Satou’s jaw reaching the floor at how she just managed to drink boiling water like it was nothing, reaching slightly for his phone for ease of calling Recovery Girl’s office any time).

Yaoyorozu puts her palms together as if to make a slight prayer, and before Satou can ask, she forms the words for him.

“Can you give me a crash course on baking? I’m so sorry, I know it’s in the middle of the night, but I need to get this cake out by tomorrow.”

Huh?

“Huh?” is Satou’s eloquent response. “Wait, Yaoyorozu-san, aren’t you supposed to be able to make just about anything using your Quirk?” Right, and she doesn’t even need baking utensils, ingredients or ovens! Imagine the financial savings this superpower must bring, goes Satou’s brain enviously.

“Yes,” is Yaoyorozu’s sad-sounding response. “But unfortunately I can’t seem to make the cake taste right. I even used the exact same proportions of each ingredient you told me from that time, down to the very atom.” She conjures a metal fork from her wrist and hands it to Satou. “Please feel free to give it a try and I think you’ll know what I mean.”

He takes the fork, forgetting that he has just brushed his teeth (even if only midway). Amazingly enough, all eight cakes in front of him bear striking resemblances to each other. In fact, they all bear a striking resemblance to the one he was baking in the midst of the room contest they held when they first moved in; how?!

Tasting them one by one, the resemblance between only grows uncannier…except that this time, they don’t exactly taste like that cake he baked. They somewhat do, but…also somewhat don’t.

He wants to say they taste perfect; in fact they do. But something feels off.

Tasting them one by one again, he thinks he kinds of gets it.

They’re too perfect.

“Yaoyorozu-san,” he clears his throat. “They are very good. But…”

“But…?” Yaoyorozu’s eyes fixate on his; they are on fire – Satou knows this probably means a lot to her, given her perfectionistic nature, but if he isn’t one to never betray his baker soul then he doesn’t know what he is.

“But they taste like carbon-”

“-CARBON?! THAT BAD?!” Yaoyorozu almost shrieks, placing a hand on her heart.

“C-carbon copies of each other! Carbon copies!!!” Satou holds onto Yaoyorozu’s shoulders to prevent her from fainting. “They taste too perfect. They taste almost…”

“…mechanical?” Yaoyorozu continues for him, visibly slightly relieved, but still concerned.

“…Yeah. They almost taste factory-made.” He hurriedly continues, just in case “factory-made” carries a negative connotation. “I mean factory-made in a very well-maintained factory, with extremely strict quality control and top-class ingredients.”

“Oh,” Yaoyorozu puts a hand to her chin, stroking it slightly. “That doesn’t sound so bad, but I wonder what could be the problem. It still doesn’t taste like the one you made the other day, which stole the hearts of all men and women and rabbits present.”

Satou pauses to think for a bit; something in that sentence sounded weird to his sleepy brain. (Rabbits? Oh, Yuwai-chan.)

“Yeah…mine wasn’t perfect. I also didn’t use very good ingredients, because I can only afford what’s from the discount store, given the mass-production scale of my need for cake.” Satou pauses to breathe before continuing. “But there is indeed one missing ingredient in your cake, compared to mine.”

“A missing ingredient? What could it be?”

Satou breathes, bracing himself slightly.

“…love. The missing ingredient is love,” he says, at the same time believing wholeheartedly in the truth of what he said, and also not believing that he said it. But, if he isn’t one to never betray his baker soul then he doesn’t know what he is.

“Love?” Yaoyorozu pauses slightly, thoughtfully. “Your love? If you don’t mind elaborating on what you mean…your love for…?”

“Cake.” Satou clears his throat, steadying his voice. “My love for cake.” (Love comes in many forms. For Satou Rikido, it’s cake.)

“Huh?” is Yaoyorozu’s eloquent response.

She takes a moment to think, before sadly continuing. “If that’s the case, I’m afraid I can’t do it after all.”

“Why? You don’t love cake??” Satou almost shrieks. What a sad life that must be!, goes the baker-soul part of Satou’s sleep-needy brain.

“I mean, I do like cake, especially the ones you make.” Yaoyorozu sighs. “But ever since the teachers started making me consume large volumes of cake to practice producing many things at one go, I don’t think I can ever look at cake the same way anymore.” She puts her hand over her mouth.

What a sad life that must be!, almost goes Satou. (Though, some part of him actually resonates…he does remember the day they stood side-by-side, equally traumatised, bonding over their newfound dislike for dessert.)

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” Satou says sincerely.

Yaoyorozu continues, face getting very slightly greener. "And I don't think I can even look at cake at all now, having repeatedly sampled all of these factory-made-tasting cakes earlier on, in desperate attempts to troubleshoot my problem."

Satou rushes to get his rubbish bin over, on standby. Luckily, Yaoyorozu only looks nauseous.

Satou sighs sympathetically. “But if you don’t mind telling me…what are you making all this cake for?”

Yaoyorozu goes beet-red, seeming to want to say something but really at a loss for words, and it’s a new look on her, is what Satou thinks. He waits for her to continue.

“…it’s Todoroki-kun’s birthday tomorrow. Plus, he looked really conflicted after that kid said his blue left eye was ugly and uncool, and I was thinking of ways to cheer him up.”

Oh.

Satou has known it all along. The way she looks at Todoroki, flinching just slightly every time. The way she speaks about Todoroki, voice dropping just a few decibels softer than when she utters any other name.

And, frankly… he’s been rooting for her all along. (He overheard the girls the other day talking about something called…OTP, or something like that. If he ever has an OTP then he reckons it’ll be this. Because, where on earth can you find two living beings so compatible, really?)

The look on Yaoyorozu’s face is so conflicted, Satou’s heart sinks to the floor. He decides to prevent his ship from suffering the same fate.

What can he do to help, though? He puts a hand to his chin, stroking it slightly. He puts the other hand to his forehead, rubbing it vigorously, as if to make idea-genies appear. Think, Rikido, think. If the missing ingredient is love…

“If the missing ingredient is love, then you definitely have it in your possession.” Satou says decisively.

”Really?!” A glimmer of hope lights up in the once-forsaken night sky that is Yaoyorozu’s eyes.

“Yes, definitely. It’s just that…”

”…just that…?!”

“It’s just that we’re just going to have to put it in by hand.”

“Huh?” is Yaoyorozu’s eloquent response.

Approximately two-hundred grams of flour, hundred and twenty grams of sugar, hundred grams of butter, six eggs, and two hours later, Yaoyorozu and Satou have two slightly-overbaked chiffon cakes in front of them, one to test and one to gift.

They take a bite of the test cake.

“It’s…” Satou struggles to find the word.

“…not perfect,” Yaoyorozu finds the words for him. “But for some reason, it tastes right.”

“Yeah,” Satou grins, baker soul burning. “It’s full of love. I can taste it now.”

Yaoyorozu lights up. “I think I can taste it too!”

“And I know what could make this cake even better.”

Yaoyorozu doesn’t need to begin forming the question with her lips, before Satou disappears into the mini kitchen; shortly after, he emerges, brandishing a bottle of whipped cream, strawberries and a single blueberry. She appraises the new ingredients slightly.

“I think I understand the whipped cream and strawberries. Strawberry shortcake, right? But may I ask…” She pauses slightly.

“…What is with the single blueberry??”

Satou’s lips form into a soft smile. This single blueberry will be what is needed to nourish his one true pairing.

“This is his blue eye. I chose the most perfectly round and ripe blueberry so you can tell him how beautiful it is.”

At 3.06am, a no-longer-anxious (nor nauseous) Yaoyorozu heads out of Satou's door with one uneaten shortcake, filled with strawberries (and blueberry), impeccably adorned to resemble its upcoming recipient.

“How can I ever repay you,” Yaoyorozu’s eyes brim with tears, pulling Satou in for a hug.

“Ever happy to help, Yaoyorozu-san.” Satou’s eyes brim with tears too, from the prospect of his ship setting sail, and from the sleep deprivation. “You don’t have to repay me at all! Really.” Except maybe he could use a refill of the flour, eggs and dairy, goes the rational part of his brain.

“Really? At least let me reimburse you for the ingredients,” Yaoyorozu frowns.

“You don’t have to pay me money, remember? You just have to make the ingredients using your power.”

A light bulb seems to light up in Yaoyorozu’s brain. “I’ll make you ingredients any time you need, in future, for free!” Her face, too, lights up. “But at least let me pay a small tuition fee for the lesson today?”

“No tuition fee needed, Yaoyorozu-san!” Satou grins. “Just keep me updated on what he thinks.”

The next morning, at the bathroom sink, an agitated-looking Mineta accosts a tired Satou yawning while brushing his teeth, almost too sleep-deprived to notice him at all.

“I saw Momo-san enter your room at around midnight yesterday.” Mineta crosses his arms, eyebrow waggling in a haphazard way, perhaps conflicted with the torrent of equal parts envy and curiosity. “What were you doing?”

Having the most miraculous encounter of his boring life so far, is what Satou wants to say.

“Making friends,” is what he does say. “And setting sail my OTP.”

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11th January, 12.03p.m.

From: Yaoyorozu-san

Satou-san, I’m so nervous…😵💫

11th January, 12.04p.m.

To: Yaoyorozu-san

You can do this, Yaoyorozu-san! I’ve got your back! Don’t worry, the cake was amazing!

And still is!

Also, you can call me Rikido!

11th January, 12.06p.m.

From: Yaoyorozu-san

Okay, Rikido! But only if you call me Momo in return. 😊

I’m giving it to him now. Wish me luck!!!

11th January, 12.06p.m.

To: Momo

🍀I await your good news excitedly. 💪🏻

11th January, 4.07p.m.

From: Momo

Rikido!!! He really liked it 😊

And he actually cried and gave me a hug when I told him about the blueberry.

And…we’re together now.

How can I ever repay you.

11th January, 4.10p.m.

To: Momo

OMG! I’M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY!!

You can repay me…by the two of you being happy.

And send me regular updates on how you two are doing.

And come to me whenever you need to make some cake.

And maybe help me create some ingredients using your Quirk sometimes. (Just sometimes.)

And… keep being my friend.

I mean!!! Only if you want.

11th January, 4.15p.m.

From: Momo

I’ll be more than honoured to do all of the above!!!

And what are you talking about!? Aren’t we already best friends!?

I’m honoured you also want to stay friends. 😊

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giagrotechmachinery · 11 months

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kaleidoscopeminds · 4 years

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I’m going blind from this sweet craving

This came about because I wanted to write some Cake and my brain just went bakery!!! au!!!! Anyway this is very self-indulgent and driven by my own baking obsession. Please enjoy 6k of me talking about cake (literally) and a cheeky bit of side mashton because I couldn’t resist. For the club because everything I do is for the club <3

Warnings: horribly tooth rotting fluff, too many baking metaphors

Title from Cake by the Ocean by DNCE because I think I’m funny

Luke places the last piece of broken Oreo carefully atop the whirl of buttercream and wipes his hands on his apron, reviewing the set of cupcakes in front of him. He knows he’s hypercritical of his own work; he gets called a perfectionist by Michael at any opportunity (and not in a complimentary way), but he still maintains that it’s the only way to be to make anything good.

He deems this double dozen of the Oreo chocolate as close to perfect as he’s going to manage this morning and slides them next to the strawberries and cream set with mini meringue topping he just finished. He goes to the walk-in refrigerator and pulls out the layer cake that he made before he left yesterday, and then crosses over to dry storage to wheel out the trolley containing the carefully wrapped crates of bread that Ashton, their bread supplier, had dropped off about an hour ago.

He pulls the trays of croissants, pain au chocolat and pain aux raisins out of the oven deftly, and slides them onto a cooling rack to leave for a couple of minutes, before he can transfer them to the cabinet in the front of the bakery, and checks the clock. It’s 6:40, so he’s just on time to get everything stacked up in the front if he has a bit of help.

He hears the door at the front of the cafe slam, handle jangling ominously as it closes again and Luke smiles to himself, grabbing the trays of cupcakes and heading out into the front, opening the swing door with his hip.

“Hi Mikey,” Luke calls over as Michael struggles out of his jacket, pushing his glasses up onto his nose and grumbling incoherently.

“I’m not late,” Michael starts, attempting to pull his apron out of his backpack and hang up his jacket on the hook at the same time.

Luke doesn’t say anything, just turns his head to look deliberately at the large clock hanging over the coffee machine behind the counter and raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly.

“Well, barely,” Michael responds defensively. “You’re not the boss of me, Luke Hemmings.”

Luke laughs, “Unfortunately for you, I am. Supervising baker remember?” He opens up the display cabinet and slides the cakes carefully into place.

“Promotions gone to your overly large blonde head already, I see,” Michael says, struggling with his apron ties where they’ve got tangled around his belt.

Luke laughs again and goes over to Michael, untangling him and turning him round to tie his apron for him. “Go and drink your coffee Mikey, I made one for you about 10 minutes ago, should still be hot. I’ll get the rest of the stuff out to the front.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” Michael says genuinely, quickly walking behind the counter and finding the insulated travel mug Luke had filled with a latte earlier that morning. He pulls off the lid and Luke watches him practically inhale it, smiling fondly as he makes his way back into the kitchen.

“Remind me again why I always seem to be making coffee for you when you’re the trained barista?” Luke calls out as he carefully lifts the 4 layered cake onto a stand and carries it back out to the front.

“Ooh that looks fucking good what’s in that?” Michael asks, eyes lighting up at the sight of the cake in Luke’s careful grip. “And it's because you won’t admit it but you’re in love with me too,” He adds, putting his coffee down so he can take the cake off Luke to put on top of the cabinet.

“Chocolate hazelnut with Nutella and praline,” Luke replies with a smile. “Sorry to disappoint you Michael but we would never work, I couldn’t be with someone who hates mornings,” He says solemnly as he returns to the kitchen, lightly checking the pastries to make sure they’re cool enough before tipping them onto another tray.

“You’re going to be on your own for a while then!” Luke hears Michael call, and he laughs as he comes back through the swing door. “No one likes mornings,” Michael continues crabbily, downing the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

“You know who does like mornings?” Luke asks as he passes over the tray to Michael. “Our lovely bread baker.”

Michael blushes and ducks his head at the mention of Ashton. “Why don’t you ask him out then,” He grumbles, lining the pastries up neatly with the tongs in his hand.

“Not my type.” Luke wiggles his eyebrows at Michael. “Plus I think he might be more interested in barista types than cake-making types.”

“Shut up Luke,” Michael groans back. “I’ve told you before, he barely knows who I am. I only see the man for about 5 minutes every day when he comes to pick up the crates.”

“And yet every morning. I have to tell him that ‘No Michael’s not here yet, sorry,’” Luke smirks. “Honestly Mikey, you’re missing out not being here at half past five, lots of Ashton content.”

“Yes but that would involve, you know, being here at half past five,” Michael replies sarcastically. “Did Em make any tarts for today?” He asks.

“Yeah they look great, she’s done a new orange curd one with chocolate pastry which I’m excited to try.” Luke accepts the change of subject and goes back towards the kitchen. “Do you want to come and grab your boyfriend’s bread? Think that’ll be the last of it then.”

Michael glares at Luke and pretends to trip him up as he walks past, then follows him into the back.

“You’re such a dickhead sometimes you know that,” Michael says grumpily, pulling out the loaves of bread and stacking them on the counter.

Luke laughs, it’s too easy to get a rise out of Michael, particularly first thing in the morning and especially when it comes to Ashton. He opens the fridge again and as always sends a silent thank you to the angel that is Em, their evening baker, and the only reason they’re able to produce enough goods for the cafe. It honestly changed his life when his boss decided to employ an extra baker, now he can actually leave when the cafe closes; she picks up anything that Luke doesn’t manage to finish, as well as shaping the pastries to chill overnight and producing a few dozen tarts for the next day. He checks the new orange curd tarts and their customer favourite, the strawberry ones (perfect as always), and slides them off the shelves.

“You were literally declaring your love for me not 10 minutes ago I believe,” Luke says, checking the fridge to make sure he’s not missed anything.

He turns around frowning at the lack of a bitchy response, but Michael’s distracted by something in one of the crates.

“You okay there?” Luke questions.

“Yes,” Michael mumbles, blushing furiously, attempting to pull the crate out of Luke’s view. Luke quickly walks over, interest piqued, and grabs the crate out of Michael’s hands, ignoring his noise of protest.

In the bottom of the crate there’s one of Michael’s favourite chocolate chip hot cross buns, but instead of a cross on top there’s a carefully shaped ‘M’. Luke laughs delightedly.

“He barely knows who you are, hm?” Luke teases.

“Its..” Michael coughs embarrassed. “It’s probably just a friendly thing.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “Come off it Mikey, that’s the most obvious display of affection in enriched dough form that I’ve ever seen. Where’s my L eh? Nowhere to be seen.”

“Shut up,” Michael says, but he reaches into the crate and pulls out the bun, wrapping it in some baking paper with utmost care, before walking out into the front of the cafe.

“You’re meant to be stocking the actual breads!” Luke calls after him, grabbing the tarts and following Michael out.

Michael just raises his middle finger at him as he gently slides the wrapped bun into his backpack, still blushing.

Luke laughs and goes to fetch them himself, stacking them in the baskets at the side of the counter, ready to be sold or to be sliced for their toasties.

“Right I’m gonna start on tomorrow’s cake, let me know when you need a hand.” Luke says, turning to Michael who’s absentmindedly filling up the coffee grinder with beans and not looking like he’s heard Luke in the slightest.

“Earth to Michael, come in Michael.” Luke nudges Michael’s arm with his elbow and Michael looks up with a start.

“Oh yeah, sorry. That’s fine,” Michael replies quickly.

“Are you going to be okay out here on your own?” Luke jokes. “You look like you could burn yourself on steam or tip grounds everywhere at any minute.”

“Yes Luke,” Michael replies testily. “Now go and make some cake and let me do my job, I’ll call you when it gets busy.”

This is the way it works with the two of them in the morning, Luke getting a head start on his batters while Michael deals with the dribs and drabs of the early customers. When it gets to 8am and the little cafe starts getting really busy, Luke will step out to the front to help, and they will work seamlessly together; Michael tamping coffee and steaming milk expertly, whilst Luke takes orders and fills bags with breakfast pastries and muffins. After the rush dies down, Luke will retreat back into the kitchen and start the doughs for the next days’ croissants, until lunch time and he’ll be back out to give Michael a hand with slicing bread and toasting sandwiches.

He enjoys the buzz of service with Michael, moving round each other with a well practised air and smiling at customers, his favourite bit is getting glimpses of the joy they get from something that he’s created. He’s most comfortable in the kitchen though; in the sweetly calming clouds of icing sugar and the reassuring warmth of the ovens, most at ease on his own with slightly sticky hands, flour perpetually dusting all of his clothes and with a speaker quietly playing his favourite songs into the vanilla scented air.

“Luke!” He hears Michael’s voice float through the door, just as he’s closing the oven door on 3 sandwich pans of fresh raspberry filled sponge.

“Coming!” He responds, setting his timer for 30 minutes, and pinning it to the top of his apron, before washing his hands and heading out of the door to join Michael. He sees there’s a queue building up and quickly steps behind the counter and smiles at the next customer as Michael pours milk into 3 flat whites in quick succession, a perfect leaf in milk foam appearing in each of them with an artful flick of his wrist.

“Hi, what can I get you?” He smiles at the man who’s just approached the counter.

“A small black Americano to take away, and make it quickly, I’ve already been here 15 minutes and some of us have actual jobs to work you know,” an older man in a suit barks at him, not looking up from his phone.

“So sorry for the delay Sir, we’re very busy as you can see. Can I take a name for that?” Luke grits his teeth but maintains the smile on his face with some effort.

“It’s Richard,” the man says pompously. “And maybe you should employ more staff if you’re this busy.”

“We’ll take your feedback on board,” Luke replies, his smile coming forced. He writes the man's order, and “Dick” in tiny writing underneath on a cup before turning round and putting it on top of the coffee machine, rolling his eyes at Michael as he does so. Michael smirks in return, pressing his lips together to quell a laugh and slotting the portafilter into place under the grinder.

“That’ll be £2.00 please.”

“Actually I think I’d like to speak to the manager about the poor service before I pay,” The man says brusquely.

“She’s not here at the moment unfortunately,” Luke responds, not bothering to maintain the smile.

“Well then I’d like to speak to the most senior person here,” The man continues.

“You’re looking at him,” Luke replies coolly, crossing his arms. He’s never been good at dealing with difficult customers, which is why he prefers being in his quiet domain in the kitchen, but he’s dealt with men like this before, all talk but no action when pushed.

“I think you’re being incredibly rude, you’ve made me wait a ridiculous amount of time for a coffee which is priced extortionately, and now you’re going to be disrespectful to my face,” The man snaps.

“Maybe if people like you just paid and left then nobody would have to wait as long.” A calm voice comes from behind the man.

Luke looks around the rapidly reddening man in front of him to see the source of the voice and sees a man around his age in a suit, with a pair of headphones slung around his neck. Luke tries not to stare but the man is gorgeous, all deep brown eyes the colour of rich dark chocolate ganache, and swooping dark hair, his eyebrows raised and plump lips pursed slightly.

The older man starts spluttering angrily, “And who do you think you are to say something like that to me?”

The younger man just shrugs and continues to look at him calmly, not bothering to elaborate. Luke takes the opportunity to hold out the card machine towards the older man.

“£2.00 please,” He repeats.

The man scowls and taps his card against the machine.

“You can wait at the end for your drink,” Luke says with a dry smile.

The man grunts but moves away to the side with a glare.

“Thanks,” Luke says quietly, smiling at the younger man as he approaches.

The man’s lips spread into a genuine smile and Luke thinks they look even better that way if that were possible. “No worries, I think you were handling it fine, it was just an observation.” His voice is warm and deep, reminding Luke of a buttery caramel sauce.

Luke bites his lip and tries not to blush. “What can I get for you?”

“Flat white, please,” The man says, still smiling at Luke.

“Name?” Luke attempts to hide his face behind the cup he’s just picked up.

“Calum,” He says. “But I think I’ll take that to have in if you don’t mind?”

“Of course!” Luke says quickly, fumbling his pen slightly as he switches the paper cup for a ceramic one, peeling a sticky note so he can write Calum’s order. “Anything to eat?”

“I’m new here, what do you recommend?” Calum says, cocking his head slightly before looking over the display case. “It all looks amazing.”

Luke definitely blushes this time and clears his throat. “Well the pains au chocolat are quite good I think,” he says nervously.

“Let’s go with that then.” Calum smiles again and Luke thinks his legs might have melted into his shoes but he can’t seem to move them to check if that’s true or not.

“Or if you wanted something sweeter you could go with one of the lemon muffins, or the strawberry cupc-”

“Luke,” Michael interrupts from behind him. “Please stop flirting with this nice man and get on with serving the other eight nice people we have waiting?” He begs.

If Luke thought he was blushing before it's nothing compared to the heat he feels in his face now. He turns to Michael and throws him daggers.

“The pain au chocolat sounds perfect.” Calum fishes out his wallet. “And your colleague’s right, I’m being a bit of a hypocrite after telling that twat to hurry up aren’t I?” He pushes a hand through his hair and smiles apologetically.

“No, you’re fine it’s no problem at all,” Luke manages to get out. “That’ll be £5.60.”

Luke lets Calum tap his card on the machine and then busies himself with pulling the pastry out and onto a plate which he places on a tray with a napkin, ready for Michael to put the coffee on when it's been made.

“Why don’t you go and sit down, Luke will bring it over in a few minutes if you’re not in too much of a rush?” Michael suggests, pressing the buttons on the coffee machine and sliding a cup underneath to catch the espresso starting to stream out.

Calum looks bemusedly at Michael for a second before shrugging. “That’d be great, yeah. My office is just round the corner so I’ve got a few minutes. Thanks… Luke.” He says Luke’s name like he’s deciding how he likes the taste of it in his mouth, before quirking his lips once more, and heading to a table in the corner of the cafe.

“What are you doing?” Luke hisses at Michael as he takes the next customer’s order, writing quickly on another cup and fishing change out of the till when the woman hands over a five pound note. “You were just making a point about how busy we were!”

“I’m not telling you to go and sit down with him,” Michael whispers back, only just audible over the sound of the coffee grinder. “But he’s obviously into you, just take his coffee and flirt a bit and then come back and help me!”

Luke takes the most recent batch of completed coffees and distributes them to the waiting customers, smiling slightly when the rude man snatches it off him and storms out on his phone without even checking the name on the cup. He takes another order and passes it to Michael, just as Michael finishes off a flat white with a perfect heart.

“There,” He says in a pleased voice, setting it down next to the pain au chocolat on Calum’s tray. “Now off you go.”

Luke smiles at the woman he’s just served then glares at the tray and at Michael. “What have you put a heart on it for!” He yelps.

“It’s called flirting!” Michael starts steaming another jug of milk.

“He’s going to think you like him not me!” Luke protests.

“Just go!” Michael hisses, finishing up another coffee and handing it to a waiting customer. “Hi, how are you?” He intercepts the next person waiting at the counter before Luke can do anything about it.

Luke huffs noisily and picks up the tray reluctantly. He wouldn’t go over at all, but Calum did help him with the arsehole customer so the least he can do is actually provide the service he came in for and give the man his coffee. He heads over to where Calum is sat, with his headphones on and jiggling his knee as he types something into his phone. He looks up at the sounds of Luke putting his plate down on the table and smiles gratefully. Luke then sets down the coffee next to the plate and tries to tamp down his instinct to run away immediately. Calum looks at the coffee and then up at Luke, eyes twinkling and a blush in his cheeks.

“Hope you have a great day!” Luke squeaks out and speed walks back to the counter.

“So?” Michael asks as he fishes out a croissant and places it in a bag, tapping the end of the tongs on the glass.

“Uh, I told him to have a good day then ran away before he could respond,“ Luke mutters, snatching the bag off Michael and handing it off to the customer in front of him.

“Luke -” Michael starts.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Luke snaps. “Make coffee.”

“Okay boss,” Michael says, barely repressing a giggle.

Luke spends the next 15 minutes regretting every life choice he’s ever made and resolutely not looking towards the corner Calum is sat in, focusing entirely on the rush of customers. At about 8:45 he sees out the corner of his eye that Calum has stood up, brushing a few crumbs off his knee and patting his pockets. Luke turns around and busies himself with writing the next order on a cup for Michael so that Calum can leave without making eye contact with him. When he deems that it’s been long enough, he turns back to the counter, but standing just off to the side is Calum, scuffing a hand up through the back of his hair and smiling shyly at Luke again.

“Just wanted to say, an inspired choice on the pain au chocolat.” He says. “Send my compliments to the chef,”

“Oh erm, thanks, I will.” Luke stutters out.

“Bye, Luke,” Calum says. “Maybe see you tomorrow, and... Hope you have a great day too.” His face breaks out into a wider smile that reminds Luke of the feeling of getting just the right consistency for macaron batter, or a perfectly smooth finish on a cake or the way good puff pastry flakes into the perfect fragments when you cut through a mille-feuille. Or something.

With that Calum slips his headphones back onto his head and leaves the cafe.

“You are a useless sack of shit you know that,” Michael scoffs at him.

“Fuck off,” Luke mutters under his breath. “Two words. Ashton. Irwin.” Michael glares back at him.

They get through the last half hour of the rush as normal, Luke pausing only briefly to pull the sponges out of the oven, and he’s twitching more than ever to get back into the safety of his kitchen with some dough in his hands and the comforting whirr of his mixers.

“Okay I’m all good here, you can go,” Michael smiles at him shaking his head.

Luke basically runs through the doors into the back and inhales deeply. God, he needs to get a grip.

It continues like this over the next few weeks. Calum will come in most mornings, and sometimes he’s in a rush, smiling apologetically as he orders to take away. Most mornings though, he will appear earlier, choose something to eat on Luke’s recommendation and sits at the table in the corner for 20 minutes before complimenting what he’s eaten on his way out. Luke never speaks to him short of suggesting a new pastry or muffin (and maybe he’s also developing new options everyday just to be able to give Calum something else to praise), but he does spend quite a lot of time looking at Calum sitting in his corner, long fingers wrapping around his mug of coffee and mouth chewing thoughtfully on whatever Luke’s provided him with whilst he jiggles his knee to his music.

Luke swears that sometimes when he chances one of these looks over to him whilst he’s serving a customer, Calum is looking back at him, but his brown eyes always blink away as soon as Luke’s catch them.

Predictably, Michael is absolutely insufferable about it.

“Loverboy’s looking at you again,” He smirks, checking the most recent order Luke has written for him.

“Shut up, Mikey,” Luke says petulantly. “He is not.”

“He’s always looking at you, Luke,” Michael laughs. “You’re actually driving me mad, please just ask him out or something, you two have the most obvious thing for each other ever. ”

“We do not, he doesn’t like me like that,” Luke protests. “He could be looking at you for all we know, you were the one who put a heart on his flat white,” he adds, sourly.

“You should see his face drop when he comes in here and you’re already in the back,” Michael responds knowingly. “He looks like someone’s pissed in his coffee every time you’re not here to stammer at him about what cakes you’ve made.”

Luke’s face flames red and he turns his back on Michael deliberately to serve the next customer, as he hears Michael’s suppressed giggles behind him. Look, he knows Michael might have a point and that he could just talk to Calum, but Luke doesn’t really know how, unless he’s talking about pastry or ganache or sponges words just don’t come that easily to him. Especially when faced with someone who looks like Calum does. He sighs and closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, as if summoned by Luke’s thoughts, there Calum is at the edge of the counter.

“Blueberry muffin was particularly good today,” He says quietly with his usual smile. “Have a good day, Luke.” He gives a small wave and exits the cafe. Luke opens his mouth to say something before he can leave, but nothing comes out so he just closes it again. He kicks the edge of the counter grumpily.

“I’m literally the worst ever,” He groans, spinning round and going through to the kitchen, swinging the door behind him, Michael’s laughs following him through.

Luke is having what he thinks might be the most disastrous day ever. It’s after 5pm, the cafe has just closed and he would normally think about going home soon but Em’s got the day off and he’s not been able to make half of the stuff he needs to for tomorrow. Every ganache he’s attempted has split, he’s burnt one batch of cupcakes and under-cooked another so they’ve sunk in the centre, he’s crystallised his caramel so its unusable, and the chocolate he tempered for the triple chocolate layer cake he has planned has come out mottled and dull. He hates to admit it but the worst part of it was that he didn’t even see Calum this morning, he worked out the front much longer than he normally does in the hope of seeing the other man, but he never turned up. Michael had just raised his eyebrows and given him a knowing grin as he had slumped back into the kitchen at well past half-nine. He sighs at himself as he pushes a hand through his curly hair which he’s had to pull back into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck, and tips another set of cakes into the bin.

He hears a knock on the back door of the kitchen, and the door opening. A curly brown head appears round the door frame.

“Hi Luke, Is this a bad time?” Ashton says, surveying the disarray before him, bowls and utensils on every surface, half finished cakes and fillings littering the other available spaces.

Luke huffs out a laugh and wipes his hands on his apron. “No you’re fine come on in, just having one of those days. Sorry for the state of it in here.”

Ashton smiles at him and steps into the kitchen, going to the store where he knows they keep the empty bread crates. “No worries at all mate! Oh I brought my flatmate with me, hope you don’t mind. Calum had the day off today and I roped him into helping me do the pick-ups.”

Luke’s mouth drops open as Calum Calum sidesteps into the kitchen and smiles at Luke embarrassed. “Uh, hi?”

Luke just gapes, spatula limp in one hand.

“Just going out the front for a sec, Cal, just need to check something with Michael!” Ashton calls quickly exiting the room. Luke thinks he spots a smirk on Ashton’s face and his eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Uh, sorry for barging in on you like this,” Calum starts, standing awkwardly by the door still. “When Ash said he did deliveries for cafes in the local area I didn’t know he meant yours as well.”

“Missed you this morning,” Luke blurts out, then promptly feels himself turn red, again. Jesus Christ where did that come from? He wants to disappear like, immediately and wonders whether he could shut himself in the walk-in without Calum noticing.

A small pleased smile appears on Calum’s face and he blushes slightly. “I thought it might be a bit desperate to also turn up when I’m not even in the office. But I guess I’m here anyway.”

“Well I’m glad,” Luke says quietly, ducking his head and biting his lip.

Calum’s eyes twinkle at him. “So this is where the magic happens?” He asks, examining his surroundings.

Luke groans. “Don’t look at it like his,” he begs. “I’m usually such an organised worker I promise, I’m just, having a few issues.”

Calum smiles and comes over to stand next to Luke. Luke inhales sharply and thinks that Calum smells like the freshly baked bread in Ashton’s van but also something else, sweet and spicy, like a hot cinnamon and apple cake or a warm speculoos biscuit just out of the oven.

“Can I help with anything while I’m here?” He asks softly, reaching out hesitantly and barely grazing Luke’s elbow. Luke focuses on trying to regulate his breaths which is proving almost impossible with Calum standing so close to him, the feeling of his warm hand through his sleeve and the sight of the concerned smile on his face.

“It’ll be okay I think,” he manages to get out breathily. “Thanks though, that’s very sweet of you.”

“No, I think that’s you,” Calum says quietly, reddening a bit but looking up to meet Luke’s eyes.

He reaches out and brushes a hand gently through an escaping curl on Luke’s face.

“You’ve got a bit of flour here.” He says quietly, tilting his head to one side and twisting Luke’s hair around his finger briefly. “And here,” Calum continues, skimming his fingers across Luke’s cheekbone. “Here too,” he murmurs, stepping even closer to Luke and dragging his fingertips under Luke’s chin and down the side of his neck, leaving them to rest curling slightly into the collar of Luke’s shirt and looking at Luke in the eyes. Luke’s not sure if he can breathe, lost in the gentle stroke of Calum’s hand and the swirling chocolate of his eyes, feeling the pink blush dusting across his skin, left in the wake of Calum’s touch. His eyes flicker down to Calum’s lips, and he sees them curve into a smile, before he leans forward slightly and catches Luke’s own lips in a soft kiss.

“Hm,” Calum murmurs as he pulls away slightly. “You taste sweet too.”

Luke honestly thinks this might be the best moment of his life so far, and slides his hand over Calum’s shoulder to pull him back towards him, but just as he does he hears a scuffling sound from outside the swing door into the main cafe.

“Mikey is that you?” Luke asks suspiciously, stepping away from Calum slightly and turning towards the door. Calum steps back too, but loops an arm loosely around Luke’s waist, fingers playing with the ties of his apron.

“No,” a voice comes through the door.

“Get in here,” Luke says bossily, “You too Ashton I know you’re out there.”

The two of them appear in the doorway, Michael having the good grace to look a little ashamed but Ashton doesn’t even bother, a huge shit eating grin on his face.

“What is going on here?” Luke demands, narrowing his eyes at the pair of them. He’s trying to stay stern but it's proving very difficult when he can feel Calum’s hands skim along his side and him gently nose his shoulder blade as he huffs out a giggle behind him.

“What I think is going on is that you, Lukey, and dearest Cal Pal might have been having a moment?” Ashton smirks at the two of them.

“I don’t know how you two are involved in this but I know you are and I want you to explain yourselves,” Luke says petulantly. He then looks at Ashton and Michael closer and catches sight of their hands clasped, hidden slightly behind Ashton.

“What is going on here?!” Luke repeats again, gesturing at their hands. He sees Michael (and Ashton come to think of it) every day, how has he missed this? Probably because he’s been lost in thoughts of Calum for the last 3 weeks he reasons with himself.

Michael blushes to the roots of his hair and pulls away from Ashton slightly but Ashton just tugs him into his body, curving his hand around Michael's hip and pressing a kiss into his neck before releasing him.

“Well Michael and I started talking the other week, and we found out that by some miracle that the Calum that happened to be coming in everyday to stare at Luke for 20 minutes and leave, was the same Calum who lives in my flat and won’t stop talking about the gorgeous cake maker who works at the cafe round the corner from his office.” Ashton says, laughing, as Calum makes a wounded noise of protest and hides his face in Luke’s shoulder. “And this very Luke that Calum wouldn’t stop talking about happened to be the Luke that I deliver bread to every morning and apparently won’t stop throwing longing glances at Calum from the other side of the counter when he thinks he’s not looking.”

Luke squeaks, and feels Calum giggle behind him, both arms coming round his waist and dropping his chin onto Luke’s shoulder.

“And you two thought you would mastermind a plan then I suppose,” Calum says amusedly.

“Why aren’t you more annoyed by this,” Luke gripes, turning his head to try to glare at Calum but managing only to brush his nose against his cheek.

“Because I got what I wanted out of it, regardless of the method,” Calum says sweetly, and Luke blushes again.

“That doesn’t explain.. This!” Luke gestures at Michael and Ashton, he doesn’t know quite why his brain has fixated on this development when he has Calum basically draped along his back but what has happened in the last 10 minutes has been too much for his brain to handle.

“Well we had to come up with a plan so I asked Ashton if he wanted to go for food,” Michael finally pipes up, a small pleased smile on his face.

“You did?” Luke asks in what he acknowledges is probably quite a rude way but this was a turn of events he was not expecting.

“Well maybe watching you pine so disgustingly made me want to do something about it,” Michael retorts, but there’s no heat in it.

“I knew the hot cross bun would work,” Ashton says solemnly, and Michael jabs him in the ribs with his elbow.

“Okay, I’ve decided that’s enough of the two of you,” Calum says. “Go and scheme elsewhere now please.”

Ashton laughs and salutes them before tugging Michael out of the back door.

“I honestly can’t believe this,” Luke begins, “they think they can just meddle in our business and force us into the same room together and that we’ll just kiss and they can pat themselves on the back for a job well done?”

Calum is quiet beside him and Luke turns to look at him. “Well?”

Calum smiles at him, that one that makes Luke feel like he’s floating in sweet mallow clouds and tips his head slightly to the side. “I mean I’m sorry Luke but that’s exactly how it happened, so yes I suppose they can.”

Luke begins to make a noise of protest but Calum just grabs the front of his apron and pulls him back towards him.

“You can carry this on later, but can we stop talking about Michael and Ashton for one second? I was sort of busy before they came in,” Calum whispers over Luke’s lips.

“Yeah okay,” Luke responds, leaning into Calum and catching his lips back against his own.

Calum pulls away after a couple of minutes and brushes another rogue curl out of Luke’s face. “So about that help you turned down earlier, I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll start cleaning some of these things up and you can get on and do what you do best.” Calum leans in and gives him one last peck before heading over to the sink and starting to run the tap.

Luke smiles, slightly dazed and runs his fingers over his lips, thinking Calum tastes pretty sweet himself, a little bit like the warm vanilla air in his kitchen and a lot like home.

#5sos fanfiction #cake fic #5sos fic #cake #meg fic #this is meg from the past as i have SCHEDULED this as i am busy #ya girl wrote some cake content and it's entirely self-serving #this is probably too long to read nicely on tumblr i should probably sort an ao3 acc #also apologies for any errors im still getting to grips with this and i didn't get anyone to read this for me first #also FUN FACT all the things luke talks about making are my own recipes and things i make 😌 thats how self serving this js

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What’s the difference between stainless steel castors and polyurethane castors?

When choosing the type of castor ideal for your requirements, it can be difficult due to the massive variety of choice you have. There are thousands of options and sometimes its not really clear which one to pick. In this blog post, I’m going to be talking about the difference between stainless steel and polyurethane castors.

What are stainless steel castors?

Stainless steel castors are a type of castor made from, obviously, stainless steel – they’re known for their strength, durability, and hygiene. Stainless steel castors can be fitted with a wide range of different wheel and tyre types including rubber, nylon, polyurethane, elastic, resin, polyamide, and much more.

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Due to their hygienic characteristics, stainless steel castors can be found mostly in the food and medical industries. Stainless steel is so hygienic because it can maintain its structure in extremely hot and cold temperatures and wet and dry conditions – it’s what’s known as a self-healing metal. Steel is non-absorbent, easy to clean and contains no pores or cracks allowing open spaces for bacteria. This is why stainless steel is used in our cutlery.

The food industry uses stainless steel castors as food is often stored in freezing temperatures on carts or in very hot temperatures such as placed in ovens to cook on trays with castors to slide them in and out easily. Stainless steel is the best material to use for this because of all the reasons listed above. This means that it’s used in bakeries, restaurants, catering, and any kind of kitchen.

The medical industry uses stainless steel castors again because of its hygienic characteristics, everything in a hospital has to be clean due to the amount of bacteria people might be bringing in. Stainless steel castors are used on hospital beds, laundry carts, IV poles, food carts and more. They need to run smoothly and not damage the floors to make things easier for hospital staff and make sure the hospital is looking its best. They also need to make minimal noise as not to disrupt staff and patients.

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Known for cushioning loads, easy rolling wheels, protecting floors and offering superior chemical resistance, polyurethane castors are used in a wide range of industries. This type of castor is most commonly found in the material handling sector and in industrial applications.

Polyurethane castors are used in conveyors, forklift trucks, side loaders, pallet lifts, powered trucks, manual dollies, trolleys, carts and even more. From shopping carts to powered equipment, these castors are versatile and a great choice. PU castors are often non marking, have a large load capacity, a great roll resistance, fantastic cushioning, and great durability.

In conclusion, if hygiene is a priority in your industry, stainless steel castors is the way to go, however if you work within a warehouse or industrial site, polyurethane castors might be more for you. You can find both stainless steel and polyurethane castors on the AUT castors website.

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manpoweroutsourcing · 4 years

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Experts Handling Meat Packing in Dubai

Out of the numerous consumable goods, meat is also one such item that requires proper packaging before it can be sent to the distributors. When an enterprise is handling meat packaging, it should see to it that fresh meat reaches the customers. This is possible only by following correct packing procedures for different meat varieties.

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Best practices are used to preserve the meat while it is in the packing stage. With the help of vacuum packing, oxygen can be eliminated from the package, thus increasing the shelf life of the meat. Sometimes, packagers also use inert gases to restrict the entry of oxygen molecules in the package.

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Some of the packaging options used by the workers offering the service of meat packing in Dubai are shrink films, stretch films, food-safe films, vacuum bags, heavy-duty polythene films, bags and trays, poly bags, strapping rolls, garbage bags, and packing tapes. The kind of packaging material to be used depends on the meat type. In addition to meat, the other types of consumables, which are packed for distribution include poultry, seafood, and vegetables like onions, garlic, and potatoes, and also tools and machines such as bratt pans, multi-purpose ovens, vacuum machines, rice boilers, dishwashing systems, and kitchen racks, trolleys, and accessories.

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#‘Kingavon BS100 3-Pan Stainless Steel Buffet Server and Warming Tray’ Online Price Comparison

NOT JUST FOR XMAS DINNER! AN ALL YEAR ROUND PRODUCT, BRILLIANT!! We dropped our old Hostess Trolley and all but one of the glass dishes smashed. Replacement dishes were c£16 each so we decided to trade up to this unit. As an AB test, we filled one of the dishes from the old Hostess Trolley with water and poured the water into one of the dishes from this unit – we could have added around another 13rd into the dish from this unit. So, although this is a 3 dish unit the dishes will hold more than the hostess products, we were very surprised and pleased to say the least. We had 5 booked for Xmas dinner at ours and 7 turned up, we had plenty of food to go round but how would we keep all the veg hot enough to eat? – We were surprised again, we filled the dishes up on this unit but ensured the lids fitted firmly. What happens is moisture forms on the inside of the lids and drops back down on the food so nothing was dry but moist and just right to eat – the food was in there for around 30 minutes before it was decanted onto the dinner plates. So you… Price Comparison Kingavon BS100 3-Pan Stainless Steel Buffet Server and Warming Tray.

Title : Kingavon BS100 3-Pan Stainless Steel Buffet Server and Warming Tray

ASIN : B007R468FS Description : “Our new, stainless steel, Hot Buffet Server and Warmer Tray is the perfect solution if you like to entertain family and friends or want to keep your food warm on the dining table. The hot tray area has 3 buffet dishes (with lids) for keeping food warm ensuring you can serve it at the right temperature every time. Each buffet dish has a 2.5 quart (80 fl oz/2.36 litres) capacity. It also has cool touch handles, adjustable temperature dial, indicator light, warming tray and 1.2m power cord. The buffet dishes can keep food hot for long periods of time making it ideal for all types of catering situations. The large hot tray area is designed to fit casserole dishes straight from the oven, while the easy clean buffet dishes can be used when you need to keep a selection of foods warm – ideal when serving a roast dinner with potatoes and vegetables. It is a must for any curry, casserole, chilli or one pot dish to keep warm and serve with rice or pasta. All dinner parties should have one! Overall dimension: 65cm x 38.2cm x 16cm. RoHS Compliant. CE Approved. Box Contains: 1 x Buffet Server (includes 3 separate cooking pans and lid).” Features :

Electric Food Warmer And Buffet Server, Perfect Addition To Every Kitchen To Help Cater For Large Family Gatherings And parties. Keeps Food Hot Without Worrying About Overcooking

Kingavon Buffet Server Keeps Food Warm In 3 Large Separate Food Compartments. Each Food Storage Compartment Will hold 80 fl oz / 2.36L Of Food Warm. Lids For Each Compartment Is Supplied To Assist With Food Warmth And Freshness”

Buffet Food Warmer Can Easily Be Carried Between Work Surfaces With Practical Cool Touch Handles. Indicator Light Indicates When On And Warm

Adjustable Temperature Dial Allows You To Keep Food Warm At Your Own Ideal Temperature – When Not Using The Buffet pans Simply Remove These And Use As A Warming Tray

Buffet Server And Warming Tray Runs At 300w – Supplied With UK Plug On 105cm Of Cable – CE Approved / RoHs Compliant – 1 Year Warranty

Category: Food Warmers Brand: Kingavon Item Page Detail URL : link Rating : 4.6

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Cuisinart Mini-Prep Plus 4-Cup Food Processor

Kitchen style. Finished with brushed metallic to add a touch of elegance. The Mini-Prep Plus 4-Cup Processor has a large 4-cup bowl to handle bigger tasks. A fashionable fit for any kitchen.

Exclusive auto-reversing smartpower blade

Touchpad controls

Chops or grinds

Spatula

Touchpad controls are Easy-to-use and easy to clean

Instruction / recipe book

Work bowl cover

Limited 18-month warranty

BPA free

Dimensions

Product Depth (in.) 5.38 Product Height (in.) 9.94 Product Width (in.) 7.63 Details Appliance Type Processor Blade Material Stainless Steel Blade Material Stainless Steel Color/Finish Stainless steel Color/Finish Family Stainless Look Detachable Spindle Yes Dishwasher Safe Parts Yes Full-Size Feed Tube Yes Locking Lid Yes Number of Speeds 2 Product Weight (lb.) 3.4lb Pulse Control Yes Returnable 90-Day Touchpad Controls Yes Voltage (volts) 120 Wattage (watts) 600 Weighted Base Yes Work Bowl Material Plastic Warranty / Certifications Certifications and Listings 1-UL Listed ENERGY STAR Certified No Manufacturer Warranty 18-month limited

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