#Wooden Kitchenware

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Woodenware Suppliers in UAE: Quality and Choice

Discover the growing trend of wooden kitchenware in the UAE's hospitality industry. This blog highlights the benefits of using eco-friendly wooden products, including their durability, aesthetic appeal, and sustainability. Explore top suppliers like Impruve LLC, EcoTableware UAE, and more, offering high-quality wooden kitchenware tailored for restaurants and hotels. Learn how incorporating woodenware can enhance dining experiences while promoting environmentally conscious practices.

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We want our food to be nutritious, delectable, and hygienic whether we're talking about a cook or a gourmet chef. You must therefore ensure that your kitchen is well stocked with practical and well-organized utensils. To make cooking more enjoyable, you must need convenient and manageable kitchenware items for anything from slicing your ingredients to frying and sautéing. You've found one of India's top online businesses if you're seeking the best kitchenware products. WoodenStreet offers a wide selection of online kitchen ware items in a variety of designs, types, and sizes at affordable prices. Additionally, they are strong and completely non-stick to serve you faultlessly and unconditionally.

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updated my tea station, again 🫖 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

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The cupboard of all extraordinary things

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Wooden Bowls, Handmade Wooden Bowls, Set OF 3 Small To Extra Large Size, Housewarming Gift, Wooden Kitchen Tool, Wedding Gifts, Salad Bowl

A set of 3 handmade wooden bowls for your kitchen and dining table. If you want to purchase bowls online to use as a mixing bowl in your kitchen or as a serving bowl for food, then this set of 3 wooden bowls is perfect for you

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"All About You: Unveiling BOHR Woodworks and Custom Cutting Boards"

Hi everyone! I told you that you would get to see a lot more that is going on behind the scene of my other website All About You. My husband and I both have our specialties. He makes a variety of wooden objects. He has a Facebook page called BOHR Woodworks. He wants me to add his products to the All About You website, which I will. I am suppose to manage it all. I am going to ask your opinion on…

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Elevate your culinary experience with our exquisite range of Wooden Kitchenware Products. Crafted from high-quality, sustainable wood, our collection blends timeless aesthetics with functionality, adding a touch of natural elegance to your kitchen.

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Japanese Wooden Plate

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MARMORIS ECOM 'Floral Burnt' Hand Carved Wooden Spice Box with 9 Partitions in Sheesham Wood | Indian Spice Boxes for Kitchen, Masala Dabba, Masala Daani, Namak Dani, Multipurpose Decorative Boxes.

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Unearthing the beauty: Exploring the Allure of Antiques Dishes | Baglunch Products

Antique dishes can have significant value, depending on factors such as rarity, age, condition, and historical importance. However, not all antique dishes are valuable, and it’s important to assess each piece individually based on its characteristics and market demand.

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What abt 141xpregnant!reader (or not pregnant, ur choice, I dont mind!!) And someone gets into their house and reader is all alone so she calls the boys while they're out (somewhere idk)

can be angst or fluff <3

Thank you for this idea, I hope I did it justice for you anon <3

CW: Threats of violence (not against reader), break ins, fluff

You stared at yourself in the glossy reflection, soaked rag scented with the unmistakable smell of cleaning spray dabbing at the final fingerprint, a satisfied grin on your face. You hobbled to the kitchen, ankles slightly swollen as a hand rubbed against the plushness of your belly, a gentle kick answering you back.

You felt content. You were six months pregnant and surrounded by four incredibly devoted men (who were currently running all the errands you could no longer do). Gentle feet padded against the wooden floorboards, your back humming with a subtle ache as you groaned, your body flopping down against your comfiest pillow.

Wispy lashes fell over curled lids, the zip of a fan hushing you to sleep. You awoke to rustling, your window cracked open for fresh air.

“Stupid foxes,” you muttered, rolling towards the window to shoo the pesky creatures away from your vegetables. Your heart halted, however, face a pasty shade of terror as you watched a figure, much larger than a fox, break the glass to your back door, the stone floor of your patio humming against the shards of crystal.

Pesky fingers reached for your phone, a monotone strain coming from your throat as you phoned for Price, eyes now a glassy bowl of unshed tears.

“Hey love, you ok?” The normally comforting tone only spurred your anxiety as you choked out a sob, an instant call of your name blasting through the speakers of the phone.

“There’s someone inside the house,” you choked out, your voice a mere whisper as you huddled in the corner, fingers twisting the lock on your bedroom door.

“Call Gaz in the meantime; we’ll be home in 10 minutes.”

You were a whimpering mess, swollen body trembling in your ensuite as Gaz attempted to calm you down, telling you the police were on the way. There was a commotion downstairs, kitchenware clattering as you presumed, he was rummaging around. Timber creaked under a lead foot, stairs straining under the man's weight as he stomped upstairs.

“Kyle, he’s upstairs,” you trembled, your throat constricted with a coil of anxiety as your limbs tremored, a protective hand strung across the swell of your belly. The Sergeant’s voice brought you no comfort as you heard the door to the nursery swing open, the squeak of a baby toy rattling against the wood. Your gut was burning, tender hands clutching against the marble counter in a motion to hold yourself up, your knees locking up as you clattered to the floor.

Price’s hands were stained permanent ivory, his knuckles protruding from broken skin as he pulled down your street, head beams flickering at the cars before calloused tyres screeched down a turning lane, the bulky SUV swerving into the driveway. Simon had rummaged through the glovebox on the first ring of your call, massive frame bouldering out of the unparked car as his keys twitched in the door, the steady frame of Soap in toe.

Rough fingers wrapped around carbon steel, silent footsteps thrumming against wallpaper as you shifted in the bathroom, gentle sobs wracking through your body.

You were unaware of what was going on outside your bedroom, the faint sounds of a man’s voice, unrecognisable through the thickness of the walls only spurring anxiety shrill of terror through you.

You knew they would never let anything happen to you, but what if something happened to them in the process? Sure, they were trained for combat but that doesn’t make you invincible.

You clutched your stomach, humming to yourself in an attempt to calm down.

Simon was livid, they all were. The house you had built for them all years ago was now tainted. A place you should be safe in was no longer available.

Soap’s voice was sharp as he entered the nursery, enjoying the twisted satisfaction of watching the intruder still as the safety of the gun unlocked.

“You make a f’cking movement and I’ll put a bullet in ye head, ye hear me?”

There was a slow nod from the man as Ghost entered, slamming him against the wall with a crash, his hands tied behind his back as he lunged him down the stairs. There was a faint echo of sirens in the distance as you sheltered yourself, still unsure of what was happening.

There was a rattle against the door, a soft voice calling out to you.

“It’s just me, love. Open the door.”

The doorknob felt crumbly under your touch, fingers barely able to twist it. Price’s body was warm as he engulfed your shaking figure, wet cheeks staining his shirt in a soppy mess. Thick hands grabbed at the plush of your thighs, lifting you with ease into burly arms, the tickle of his moustache against your ears as he lolled a soft apology to you.

“Shouldn’t ‘ave left you alone dove, feel like I failed you.”

The captain’s heart was bleak, an ephemeral feeling of guilt worn on his shoulder before you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, soggy lips placing a feathery kiss upon the worn skin.

“It’s not your fault, John. Could’ve happened to anyone on our street.”

The night was slow, Gaz consoling the police as Soap and Price comforted you, tending to your every need as Ghost stood outside, dark eyes glaring into the back of the police van at the man. You assured them you were okay, delicate hands rubbing your belly as you cooed, your heart finally returning to its normal bpm.

Once the blaring of red and blue lights simmered to a halt, and Ghost had run out to get a replacement door (otherwise, he wouldn’t have slept from keeping guard all night), you could fully relax. Your body was flush against the comfort of your L-shaped couch and Simon’s calloused back, fingers running through the roots of your hair.

Your eyes succumbed to temporary slumber at the touch, scalp tingling from the simplicity of gentle tugs. You were carried to bed, arms balled at the soft cotton of Soap’s shirt you had stolen. You nestled quickly into the comfort of your bed, lashes flat against your cheeks.

They all watched you, hands folded as they watched the rise of your chest, a flutter of breath leaving your lips every time it fell.

“Beautiful, ain’t she?” Price mumbled, cerulean eyes lapping in the mere sight of you, a proud glow comforting him knowing you were theirs.

“Damn right,” Ghost grunted.

There was a creak against the floorboards as your eyes opened, your voice delicate with sleep, “Will you guys stay tonight? All of you? Please.”

“Shoot us in the head if we ever say no to anything you say,” Soap uttered, a gentle slap whacking around his head from Simon as Kyle leaned into the bed, heavy hands immediately wrapping around your swell belly.

The night ended with whispers of affirmation and one happy girl.

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Discover the advantages of using wooden cookware in your kitchen. Explore the natural beauty, non-reactive properties, and durability of wooden utensils