#bake sale barley

[annakwashere]

Bakesale barley, can’t believe I haven’t shared him on here before

[petermorwood]

@dduane called upstairs and told me: "Neil's got one for you!"

Well, maybe not me specifically, but here goes... :->

Black pudding is the Irish / UK name for a sausage made with blood - pig, cow or sheep - rather than chopped or minced meat as the main ingredient, forms of which are found in cuisines all over the world.

Black pudding can be long or short, straight or curved ("stick" or "ring"), and sometimes even a cake or terrine.

The "pudding" part, which USAians associate with a sweet dessert, comes from the French word "boudin" (boudin noir is French blood sausage) and seems to have something to do with "edible material inside a wrapper" - the wrapper may also be edible, like the skin on a sausage or black pudding...

...and the suet crust of a steak-and-kidney pudding...

...or inedible like the cloth or bag used for a boiled pudding. This is how Christmas puddings used to be made, hence Dickens writing that the Cratchit house smelled like a laundry, and why traditional images show them as spherical with a sprig of holly on top.

Black puddings are also boiled before going on sale, so they're actually cooked and ready-to-eat, though I've never heard of anyone hereabouts doing so.

Usually they become an ingredient in a recipe such as this salad (one of DD's Middle Kingdoms dishes)...

... or appear sliced as part of a fry-up.

The black puddings I'm most familiar with (Irish / UK) mostly use pig-blood, oats or barley and various herbs and spices. They're a standard part of a Full Irish Breakfast / Ulster Fry - just the sort of thing to start a day that involves ploughing a 40-acre field behind two Shire horses, though perhaps best eaten infrequently if just sitting at a desk.

This is pretty close to the sort of Ulster Fry I grew up with, including the black pudding...

...though there should also be a slice of white pudding (minced pork, oats or barley, spices) and that ordinary fried bread, nice though it looks, would be a half farl of soda and a couple of farls of potato bread instead.

(For those familiar with a Full English Breakfast and wondering "Why no baked beans?", AFAIK there should never be baked beans with an Ulster Fry since, unlike everything else, they can't be fried - which, as the name suggests, is the whole point...)

Black puddings were used as weapons (!) for "the Yorkshire martial art of Ecky Thump" (!!) in an episode of 1970s comedy show "The Goodies"; this is the notorious episode where a TV viewer died of laughter...

There are regional variants of black and white pudding all over these islands: Stornoway black pudding from Scotland, Pwdin Du from Wales, Bury black pudding in the Midlands (oops!) North-West *, Hog's Pudding in the West Country and so on.

( * Lancashire, where the martial art is By 'Eck. Possibly.)

Perhaps the best known Irish black pudding variant is "drisheen" from Cork and Limerick; its signature herb is tansy, and oatmeal rather than barley gives a softer texture than regular pudding.

Cork and Limerick were major Viking settlements, so I wonder if there's some association between drisheen with tansy and Scandinavian blood sausages with marjoram and other herbs.

That notion was first prompted by Frans Bengtsson's well-researched novel "The Long Ships"; Michael Meyer's excellent translation is the usual English version.

There, black pudding - or at least blood sausage "with thyme in it" - provokes a tearful emotional response from two hard-bitten Vikings who, after several years as slaves then mercenaries in Andalusian (Muslim) Spain, get their first taste of Real Grub at King Harald Bluetooth's Yule feast.

The book version's a bit long, but you can get the picture (hah!) from a couple of frames of the graphic novel.

Wild boar, bread cakes and fried turnips were carried in, but when the blood-sausage came, Orm and Toke got tears in their eyes. "That scent is best of all!" "There's thyme in it..."

"Please, if it's not against Harald's orders, could we have some more? For seven years we've been eating vegetables in the land of the Andalusians. We've missed seven Yules-worth of blood-sausage!"

Back in 1987, I felt the same way about foods from home after only 6 months in Los Angeles - and yes, one of those foods was black pudding...

So I'm the one who asked about the beans in the English breakfast a day ago and I was reading the notes and-- what the actual fuck is black pudding? Never heard of it, not sure I even want to know, but now I feel bad for missing ANOTHER thing in the English breakfast.. also my dad devoured the food before my mom could say "beans are off, love" but we will remember it for next time!

I will let someone in the notes describe and explain Black Pudding. Someone will take joy in it.

[ananya5400]

Sourdough Market Trends, Growth Drivers, Industry Overview, Key Segments, and Forecast - 2029

The sourdough market size is expected to grow from USD 2.5 billion in 2024 to USD 3.8 billion by 2029, with a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 9.2% in terms of value. Sourdough bread is made from a fermented dough starter that contains natural yeasts and lactobacilli bacteria. This fermented dough is widely used across various food categories, with different types of sourdough such as Type I, Type II, and Type III serving different purposes. Sourdough is a versatile ingredient in baking, commonly found in bread, buns, cookies, cakes, and pizza, offering a tangy flavor, improved texture, and extended shelf life. It is often made using ingredients like wheat, barley, and oats. The rising demand for artisanal, preservative-free, and naturally fermented products is driving the market’s growth.

Sourdough Market Opportunity: Increasing demand for innovation and product diversification

Advancements in food technology research offer opportunities to enhance functional and bioactive ingredients, which can improve human health and address nutrition security. These innovations target nutritional deficiencies, optimize underutilized crops, and increase nutrient bioavailability.

The sourdough market stands to benefit from these developments. By integrating functional and bioactive ingredients, sourdough products can achieve greater nutritional value and health benefits. Additionally, advancements in preservation methods could extend sourdough’s shelf life, increasing its availability. The introduction of new flavors, textures, and specialty ingredients like gluten-free or organic options can attract a broader customer base and fuel the market’s growth.

In the application segment, bread and buns dominated the market during the study period.

The use of sourdough in bread and buns has transformed the bakery industry, creating significant growth potential in the global sourdough market. As consumers worldwide shift toward healthier, more natural food options, sourdough has seen rapid expansion. This trend has not only drawn established bakeries to enhance their product lines but also encouraged startups and entrepreneurs to introduce a variety of sourdough-based bread and buns to cater to diverse consumer preferences. With bread being a staple in many developed countries, the rising demand—fueled by population growth and increasing health consciousness—is driving the adoption of sourdough in bread and bun production, further boosting market growth.

The European region dominates the sourdough market share.

The high per capita consumption of bread and bakery products in Europe, averaging 57 kg, reflects the region’s strong preference for these goods. In response to growing demand, the European bakery market has rebounded with growth in both sales and product launches after several years of decline, signaling a positive industry trend. As this market continues to expand, there is an increasing demand for healthier, authentic alternatives like sourdough. Additionally, the rising value and volume of cakes, pastries, and sweet goods—aligned with sourdough’s artisanal and gourmet appeal—boost its potential for further growth in Europe. With consumers seeking diverse, high-quality bakery items, sourdough’s premium reputation positions it well within the European bakery sector. As both a major exporter and importer of bakery products, Europe offers a dynamic market landscape, creating opportunities for sourdough to grow and extend its global reach.

Top Sourdough Companies

The key players in the sourdough market include Puratos (Belgium), AB Mauri (United Kingdom), IREKS GmbH (Germany), Lallemand (Canada), Lesaffre (France), Boudin Bakery (US), Goodmills (Australia), and Bake With Brolite (US). These market participants are increasing their market presence via product launches. They maintain a robust presence in North America, Asia Pacific, South America, RoW, and Europe, and they are supported by manufacturing facilities and well-established distribution networks spanning these regions.

Puratos is an international group that operates in the bakery, patisserie, chocolate, and health & well-being sectors. Puratos serves customers in over 100 countries around the world, catering to artisans, retailers, and industrial and food service companies. With a global presence, Puratos operates across various segments of the food industry, offering a full range of products and services. Their expertise encompasses bakery products, pastry creations, and chocolate applications. They work closely with their customers to meet their specific needs and enable them to thrive in their respective markets.

In the sourdough market, Puratos offers innovative food ingredients and services to support businesses in the bakery segment. Sourdough is one of the key areas of focus for Puratos, alongside their offerings in patisserie, chocolate, and health & well-being. The company leverages its expertise and experience gathered from diverse food cultures worldwide to develop new opportunities and solutions for its customers.

IREKS is an internationally operating family company serving customers in 90 countries worldwide. The company operates in multiple business divisions, including baking ingredients, agricultural trade, malts for brewing, flavorings, confectionery products, and ice cream.

In the baking ingredients division, IREKS produces high-quality ingredients for bread, rolls, and confectionery baked goods. This includes a range of sourdough products, which are used as natural leavening agents to enhance flavor, texture, and shelf life. IREKS offers sourdoughs that are precisely tailored to the requirements of bakeries and their customers, providing them with the necessary support and expertise. The company serves customers in over 90 countries, ensuring a global reach for its sourdough products. The company’s international expertise and network of locations in 24 countries allow them to be close to their customers and recognize emerging trends. This suggests that IREKS is likely to have a substantial presence in the sourdough market across various regions.

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Gluten Free Bread Products Market type, segmentation, growth and forecast 2024-2030

Gluten Free Bread Products Market 

The Gluten Free Bread Products Market is expected to grow from USD 1.90 Billion in 2022 to USD 2.90 Billion by 2030, at a CAGR of 5.50% during the forecast period.

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Gluten Free Bread Products Market Size

Gluten-free bread products are baked goods that are made without the protein gluten, which is found in wheat, rye, and barley. The gluten-free bread products market research report includes an analysis of the market segment based on type, including no-gluten bread and little-gluten bread, as well as by application, including hypermarkets and supermarkets, independent retailers, convenience stores, and others. The report also examines the market by region, with a focus on North America, Asia Pacific, the Middle East, Africa, Australia, and Europe. Key market players highlighted in the report include General Mills Inc., H.J Heinz Company, Hain Celestial Group Inc., Boulder Brands Inc., Dr. Schar, Bob's Red Mill, Pamela's Products, Amy's Kitchen Inc., Golden West Specialty Foods, Frontier Soups, Quinoa Corporation, and Raisio PLC. Additionally, the report explores regulatory and legal factors specific to market conditions, such as government regulations on food labeling and certification for gluten-free products.

Gluten Free Bread Products Market Key Players

General Mills Inc.

H.J Heinz Company

Hain Celestial Group Inc.

Boulder Brands Inc.

Dr. Schar

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Gluten Free Bread Products Market Segment Analysis

The latest trend followed by the Gluten Free Bread Products market is the focus on innovation and product development to cater to a wider range of tastes and preferences. Manufacturers are also exploring new distribution channels to make their products more accessible to consumers. Additionally, there is a move towards incorporating healthier ingredients in gluten-free bread products, such as seeds, nuts, and whole grains to add nutritional value.

Overall, the report finds that the Gluten Free Bread Products market is a growing market with significant potential for growth. Manufacturers need to focus on innovation and development of new products to meet the increasingly varied tastes and preferences of consumers. The report recommends that manufacturers should also work towards reducing the cost of production to make gluten-free bread products more accessible to consumers. Finally, there is a need for increased awareness and education about gluten intolerance and celiac disease to help the target market make informed dietary choices.

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KEY PRODUCT APPLICATION COVERED

Hypermarkets and Supermarkets

Independent Retailers

Convenience Stores

Other

KEY PRODUCT TYPES COVERED

No-Gluten Bread

Little-Gluten Bread

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Mung bean roasting machine for sale| nuts roaster sale | Chinese chestnut roasting machine

Capacity:50-500kg/h If you need, please contact us as soon as possible. Wechat/whatsapp:8613213203466 ● The equipment is composed of frame, pot body, electromagnetic system, transmission system, electrical control system, etc., reasonable structure, beautiful appearance. ● The inner material of this machine is composite plate (Q235 and 304), which is more magnetic. ● High degree of automation: control system one-button operation, push-button control of positive and negative switches, fast speed, high output, the operation process only 1 person operation. ● Heat preservation using glass fiber needled blanket uniform thickness, good flatness, good insulation effect. ● Intelligence: This machine has a powerful automatic temperature detection function, strong controllability, intelligent temperature control. ● Environmental protection: The machine is electromagnetic heating, zero carbon emissions to the working environment. Dusting device ● Low consumption: unique insulation material to protect the heat can not be released outward. Rapid temperature improvement, thermal efficiency can reach more than 95%, than the traditional electric heating baking equipment more than 50% electricity saving. The function of mung bean roasting machine ● Electromagnetic heating method, designed maximum heating power of 35KW. Use three-phase five-wire system 380V power supply. ● Design maximum setting temperature 400℃. ● The equipment adopts the drum processing mode, the output per batch of 50KG. ● The equipment is equipped with motor overload protection, circuit protection, undervoltage protection, etc. ● The equipment is equipped with operating instructions, certificates and other random accessories. Application field of mung bean roasting machine Nut processing industry: melon seeds, peanuts, cashews, almonds, multi-flavor soybeans, spiced peas, broad beans. ● Pharmaceutical industry: Chinese medicine processing, baking ● Multigrain processing industry: corn, rice, wheat, soybeans, black beans, peas ● Puffed food: popcorn, rice cake slices, rice cake strips, shrimp strips, rice, millet ● Pet food: dog food, cat food, bird food, bird food ● Drink: Coffee beans, Tartary buckwheat (puffed), barley malt, salt.

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[lemonssoda]

IM SCREAMING

THEY DON DID IT TO BARLEY-

[elsewhereuniversity]

bake sales

If on the rare occasion you catch the scent of freshly baked bread floating through the campus center, make every effort to stop by - it means that Professor Min has generously donated a batch of his homemade bread to the student bake sale of the week. If you’re lucky to arrive early, there will still be a few loaves left to purchase. $20 a loaf may seem expensive even for bake sale standards, but every bite will be worth it, and the smell of honey and whole wheat and barley will permeate your dorm room for days.

Occasionally, the adjunct professor of accounting himself may make an appearance to observe how the sales are going. You may see him sitting a little ways apart from the stall, enjoying a slice of his own bread with a dish of olive oil and a glass of Chardonnay next to him. Feel free to talk to him - he makes good small talk, if you don’t mind an inevitable tangent to balance sheets or other nuances of accounting theory. Do not mention horseback riding, or any rumors of estranged family members. Do not touch the oil or the wine.

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[glutenfreejio]

Read Gluten-Free Labels Before Buying Food Products

Have you ever been to a store for buying groceries or food items and checked the food labels? Reading food labels is very important to check before buying food products especially if you are celiac, gluten intolerant, or sensitive to gluten. Most of the time people only give importance to the expiry dates and overlook gluten-free labels.

Importance of Labelling of Gluten-Free Food

It is no surprise that the production, sale, and consumption of pre-packaged foods have increased exponentially over the years.

The role of food labeling in food safety is indispensable.  In addition to helping consumers make informed choices about the products they buy, these labels also guide them in safely using the food products.

Largely considered to be a direct source of product information between the buyer and the seller, food labels help consumers make mindful, informed, and healthy food choices.

While proper food labels benefit everyone, people with food allergies rely especially heavily on the clear and accurate labeling of their food products.

Many studies have been conducted to assess the current status of health in India, and the root causes of these issues as they pertain to diet and lifestyle choices.

What is Gluten?

The first question that comes to mind after being diagnosed with celiac is what gluten-free means and how it affects celiac people.

gluten is the main storage protein that is naturally located in specific grains like barley, wheat, and rye. 

In the food industry gluten provide elasticity and stretches which allow the bread to rise and soak moisture.

Due to its frequent properties and gluten is widely used in the food process industry to provide instant texture and enhance moisture retention.

Gluten has been known by different names and terms. Some gluten-free items are listed under various names or scientific terms.

Following are the scientific terms that are used for wheat, barley, and rye. If you see any ingredient on the packaging you can have the idea that a particular product contains gluten.

Secale cereale: Rye

Triticum spelta: Type of wheat

Triticale: Cross between wheat and rye

Triticum Vulgare: Wheat

Hordeum vulgare: Barley

How can you tell if something is gluten-free?

Alternative Names for Gluten

→Gluten-Free Label: If you see the gluten-free sign on the product then it is more likely safe to eat and gluten-free.

However, you should always check the ingredients list on the package to make sure that the product is gluten-free and safe to eat. It is also important to keep in mind that some products are written as “wheat-free” which does not necessarily mean that are “gluten-free”.

→Check the Allergen Listing: Check the Ingredients on the package: Some products’ ingredient lists contain allergens including soy, wheat, egg, nuts, and milk which necessarily does not mean that it is gluten-free.

→ Check Gluten Obvious Ingredients on the Package: Following are the gluten ingredients you need to check before purchasing packages of food:

Barley

Wheat

Malt 

Rye

Yeast

Oats (unless labeled as gluten-free)

If you see the gluten-free sign on the product always check the ingredient on the package and read the ingredient list thoroughly if there is any hidden ingredient available there is a possibility that it has contained gluten.

Ingredients That Always Contain Gluten

Following are the foods which mostly contain gluten and you should avoid:

Bread and Pastries

Noodles

Flour Tortillas

Sauces and Gravies

Brewer yeast

Beer

Malt vinegar

Wheat flour

Baked goods

Cereals and granola

pancakes, waffles, french toast, crepes, and biscuits.

Crackers

Ingredients That May Contain Gluten

Cheesecake fillings

Brown rice syrup

Soy sauce

Self-basting poultry

Energy bar or Granola bar

Potato Chips

Soup

Candy and candy bars

Processed lunch meats

Salad dressings and marinades

Egg served at restaurants

Pre-seasoned meats 

Multigrain chips or tortillas

French fries

Ales

Communion Waters

Croutons

Roux

Supplements

Play Dough

Seafood

Tips for Gluten-Free Label Reading

If you are someone who has been diagnosed with a food allergy, reading labels might seem incredibly daunting. Spending some time learning about your specific sensitivity and the many ways in which they may be listed on food products goes a long way.

When reading food labels in India, pay attention to the following:

→Check the third-party certification

If a product has third-party certification like Gluten-Free Certification Organisation (GFCO) it is more likely to be safe for celiac patients and gluten-free.

→Check the gluten-free label on products

Whenever you go to a store or buy a packaged food product always check the gluten-free label on that product. If a  product has a gluten-free label it is more likely safe to eat. However, make sure that you check the ingredients on the packaging as well.

→Serving Size

Always make to check the serving size to know how much you are consuming relative to the suggested quantity, as we often tend to consume more than one serving size.

→Nutritive Value

The nutritive value of a product includes metrics, such as calories, proteins, carbohydrates, fats, and vitamins, as well as the presence of saturated and unsaturated fatty acids, cholesterol, calcium, sodium, etc. Consume a product only if it suits your dietary requirements.

→Important Details

If you have a history of being allergic to a particular ingredient, look for its presence on the ingredients list so that you do not develop an allergic reaction upon consumption. Other important details such as the expiry date should not be ignored either.

→Colors and Preservatives

Don’t forget to check the label for any kind of preservatives, such as artificial food coloring, since they could trigger an allergic reaction in highly sensitive individuals.

Some other facts you should know:

Calories are mentioned in terms of energy.

Check the micronutrients section for the presence of vitamins and minerals in the food product.

Nutrients such as carbs, proteins, and fats are listed in descending order on the food label.

Ingredients are also listed in descending order. This is where you are likely to find all the information regarding an allergen or additives as well.

FDA’s Regulation of “Gluten-Free” Claims

A Disease Burden Study report, “India: Health of the Nation’s States” conducted by the Indian Council of Medical Research revealed some shocking statistics. 

The report stated that “death due to non-communicable disease (NCD) has proportionally increased from 37.09% in 1990 to 61.8% in 2016”.

According to another National Family, Health Survey conducted in the year 2015-2016, “11% of women (1 in 10) and 15% of men (1 in 7) age 15-49 are hypertensive, and about 60.4% of people screened have never had their blood pressure measured”.

One of the most noteworthy measures introduced to mitigate these bleak trends is the Eat Right Movement, initiated on July 10th, 2018, focusing on spreading awareness among businesses and consumers and creating a “new food culture” that promoted the inclusion of healthy foods in our daily meals.

This data indicates that one of India’s most significant risk factors for poor health in 2016 was the result of dietary choices, specifically, the consumption of a diet low in fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, and one high in salt, sugar, and fat.

Evidently, well-illustrated food labels grew in importance and began to help consumers choose healthier alternatives.

Food labeling is of crucial importance in India, yet several small manufacturers leverage the lack of strict FSSAI regulations to mislead their consumers.

Hence, we must understand the extent to which accidental consumption of even a small number of allergens by an individual with a food allergy can pose life-threatening risks to their health.

Current FSSAI regulations require all product manufacturers and brands to follow a not-so-comprehensive set of guidelines that impose the following twelve primary labeling regulations for food packaging:

Name of the food

The list of ingredients

Nutritional information

Declaration if the food product is vegetarian or not

Declaration of the food additives used

Name and complete address of the manufacturer

Customer care details

Quantity

Retail sale price

FSSAI logo and license number

Batch identification number, the date of marketing, country of origin

Instructions for use

Most consumers with food allergies suffer due to the lack of information about potential allergens in food items.

Finally responding to the advocacy of informed consumers, several brands in India are working on making their product labels inclusive of nutrients, allergen warnings, and more.

Products Covered by the Gluten-Free Regulation

Thanks to people who have voiced their concerns regarding current manufacturer practices, the Food Safety and Standards Authority of India (FSSAI) has finally decided to come up with labeling of allergens as well as gluten-free products.

An amendment of the FSSAI Regulations, released in 2016, incorrectly defined gluten-free food as food that “consists of oAn amendment of the FSSAI Regulations, released in 2016, incorrectly defined gluten-free food as food that “consists of or is made of one or more ingredients containing millets, pulses, ragi, rice, or legumes”.

Further, for any food item to be qualified and labeled as gluten-free, the gluten levels in the product needed to be less than 20 mg per kg.

Individuals with celiac disease must avoid gluten entirely, for even the slightest ingestion of gluten can elicit allergic symptoms. Thus, better labeling practices are of pressing urgency to prevent even more suffering in the Indian gluten-free community.

 FDA rules and regulations are applied to all Food and beverages including Processed food, packaged food, dietary supplements, fruits, and vegetables. 

→ There are some the exceptions like poultry, meat, and certain foods.

→ Alcohol beverages are regulated by Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau (TTB)

Conclusion

Individuals with celiac disease must avoid gluten entirely, for even the slightest ingestion of gluten can elicit allergic symptoms. Thus, better labeling practices are of pressing urgency to prevent even more suffering in the Indian gluten-free community.

It is always recommended for celiac or gluten intolerant patients to check the label on food packaging to make sure that food is gluten-free and safe to eat.

Source: The blog is originally published here

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Wheat Protein Market Projected to Garner Significant Revenues by 2028

The wheat protein market is projected to reach USD 3.2 billion by 2028 from USD 2.5 billion by 2023, at a CAGR of 4.9% during the forecast period in terms of value. The market for wheat protein by concentration is experiencing growth due to the increasing demand for plant-based protein products in food & beverages, dietary supplements, and animal feed industries.

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Opportunity: Growing role of wheat protein in the pet industry

The pet food market is driven by two primary trends globally. These trends are premiumization and humanization. There is a growing trend of pet humanization as a "family member" among owners. Due to this, there is a rise in the demand for premium pet food with nutritional benefits, better digestibility, and improved ingredient quality for pets. Considering this changing human tendency, the major players, such as Crespel & Deiters Group (Germany), are offering wheat protein as an ingredient that can be incorporated in pet food products.

In dry dog foods and biscuits, wheat is a grain that provides high-quality carbohydrates. In addition to giving us energy for daily tasks, it also gives food the ability to be processed. Wheat is a major source of nutrients and offers a wide range of advantages. Wheat-based products offer holistic, wheat-based solutions for optimizing pet food because they are rich in starches, vitamins, minerals, trace elements, and fiber, which aid in the formation of balanced pet food products.

Use of wheat protein to improve pellet quality is expected to boost the market growth

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Europe is expected to dominate the market during the forecast period

The consumption of wheat protein in Europe is the highest as compared to the other regions. Consumers increasingly prefer plant-sourced proteins, such as wheat protein, due to the high prices of animal-sourced protein. This has led to the growth of low-cost plant-sourced protein, such as wheat and vegetable proteins, which act as a substitute for animal-sourced protein.

Germany is an attractive market for manufacturing companies as well as exporters. Bread constitutes a significant part of the baked goods sector as it is one of the main components of the German diet. The bakery & snacks industry of Germany is well-established and has a large consumer base with high purchasing power. Health-conscious consumers in this country demand nutritive baked goods without compromising on the taste of products. Key players in the bakery products industry are taking the initiative to develop and promote new products to meet this demand. In Germany, barley and wheat are predominantly used as sources for feed products.

[cherrydreamer]

(This one is for @ihni and is based on her amazing Midsummer doodle) (TW for implied/reference child abuse (Neil Hargrove’s usual assholery) 

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Midsummer (4.3k) Billy always knew his Mom was a little different from other moms.  Other moms knew all about things like how to get the grass stains out of white shirts or how to  pack a lunch box so the juice carton didn’t squash the fruit and the tomatoes in the sandwich didn't make the bread all soggy.  And other moms remembered to make brownies for the bake sales, and to send their kids in the right costumes for dress up days and to bring enough money to the store so they don’t have to leave the candy behind.

But Billy didn’t mind too much when his Mom didn’t know about those things. Because his mom knew all about magic.

She had a head full of rituals and rites from way way back, starting with some Swedish great-great-great-great-great grandmother and then handed down from mother to daughter for generations. Things like throwing a continuous strand of apple peel over your shoulder to reveal your lover's first initial or gazing into a candlelit bowl of water and waiting for a glimpse of the future. And she knew really clever things too, like which flowers she could make into a tea to help Billy with his stomach aches, and which ones could be rubbed onto an arm to stop a bruise appearing.  But it was the Midsummer rituals that she held most dear. The ones about rolling naked in dew or tying coloured threads to sprouts of barley or running around a field at midnight with a four-leafed clover clutched to your breast.

None of it was very practical of course, in their shabby little house on the shabby little street, miles away from fields of wheat and with a husband who saw nothing charming or fun about a wife who slipped away in the middle of the night in just a flimsy nightgown, but there was one she managed to get away with most years.

The gathering of flowers. 

Collect seven different types of flowers from as many meadows. When going to bed, put the bouquet underneath your pillow. You will see your true love in your dream.

She'd explained it all to Billy one morning when he saw her arranging the crumpled, slightly squashed flowers into the old polka-dotted jug that stood in the kitchen windowsill. She told him all about the midsummer magic and the visions of your true love and Billy had been confused. Not about the magic- that all made sense- but about why she still did it. And so he’d asked her, with all the innocence of the young, "Isn't Daddy your true love?"

She'd sighed then, pausing as she gently nudged the dropping rose into place, and then she’d looked at him, a wistful look that didn’t at all match up with her big smile, "Sometimes it's still nice to dream, baby."

The next year she took Billy with her. They hadn't stuck to the rules, not exactly. Billy was pretty sure that their scrap of backyard didn't count as a meadow, and neither did the slightly less scrappy front yard owned by their neighbour and he was almost certain that the poppies from the side of the road probably shouldn't count either. 

But his Mom reassured him that it was OK, that as long as he tried hard to think good thoughts before he went to sleep the magic would still work. And Billy found himself believing, eager to see what his dreams had in store for him. He even went to bed an hour earlier than his usual bedtime, running to his room as soon as they got in to tuck the flowers carefully under his pillow case before he lay down, still in his outdoor clothes and squeezed his eyes shut, willing sleep to come.

It wasn't easy. The roadside flowers had a weird chemical smell which made his nose hurt and there were still some prickly thorns on the rose and he couldn't help but think of the fact that Hogan, the neighbour’s soppy St Bernard, had almost certainly peed all over the lilacs, but Billy tried to ignore all of that and willed himself to think of only good things instead. Things like beaches and rock pools and apple pies with a drizzle of honey and picnics with his Mom and Dad and the time his third grade teacher had said he wrote the most engaging story about a surfing penguin that she had ever read and gave him two gold stars and a glow in the dark sticker.

And eventually Billy slept. But he didn't dream.  Didn't get to see his true love.  Didn't wake with a vision in his mind and a smile on his face. 

Instead he was woken abruptly, his heart hammering in fear as he was yanked up roughly by his arm to be faced with a furious Neil who'd followed a trail of muddy footprint to Billy's room and then found a parade of bugs that had been hiding in the flowers and had crawled out onto Billy's sheets in the middle of the night. And so instead of his flowers being arranged in his Mom's spotted jug, they were thrown unceremoniously into the trash, and instead of chatting eagerly about his dreams with his Mom over breakfast, Billy was made to go hungry as he stripped the sheets from his bed and cleaned his room from top to bottom, all the while ignoring the stinging tears in his eyes and the burning pain in his shoulder.

By the next Midsummer, Billy's Mom wasn't around anymore and Billy soon forgot the rituals. Not that it mattered. He didn't believe in magic anymore.

---

It's later, years later, when he’s reminded of it again. Almost a year after The MindFlayer, a year after Billy's entire life turned upside down. A year after everything changed.

Some of it for the better. 

He’s still stuck in Hawkins, courtesy of some government mandated bullshit, but they gave him enough hush money to make it out of Cherry Lane and Billy scored himself a sizeable trailer right on the outskirts of town, far enough from Neil for him to finally feel safe but still close enough that Max was able to visit after school. 

Max is one of the better changes. Maybe the best. Top two at least. They’re closer now. Shared trauma and last-word apologies being more than enough to bridge a gap. And it's on one of her visits that Max stirs it all up. 

Not that she means to. She's sitting on Billy's third-hand beaten-up couch while he cooks, droning on about a party the older kids at school are throwing that night, something called a ‘Midsummer Mixer’, which seemingly has absolutely nothing to do with the solstice and everything to do with finding an excuse to get drunk and have a party in a farmer's field, and angsting out loud about Lucas and the pretty girls at school who will definitely be there too and how she doesn't know if she should go. How she doesn't have the right look. How she doesn't fit in yet. 

Teenage girl bullshit, really, Billy thinks. Shit she only thinks she needs to care about because she's started reading Teen Beat and Seventeen instead of comic books and skateboard mags.

But then he looks up from the sauce he’s simmering on the stove and sees the real distress in her eyes. The sadness she’s trying to mask with her moaning. So he turns the pan down, walking over to the back of the couch and ruffling a hand in her hair as she scowls and bats him away, 

“Stop whining, shitbird. It’s a party, yeah? Just a lame bonfire in a shitty field. It’s not exactly the height of the Hawkins social scene.” 

And then he does his usual big brother warnings, wagging his finger as he imparts wisdom such as, ‘beer before liquor, never been sicker’ before reeling off a load of exaggerated teen pregnancy horror stories, relishing the way that Max goes bright red and tries to cover her ears. He hams it up, his voice getting louder and louder over the sounds of her disgust, his hands catching her skinny wrists as she tries to clap a hand over his mouth or shut him up with a jab to his ticklish ribs. 

Eventually Billy runs out of ways to embarrass her and Max runs out of energy, but she’s finally smiling and the pan on the stove is starting to bubble again, so they call a hasty truce.

Billy loads them both a plate of spaghetti and then, between shovelled mouthfuls, starts giving her some proper brotherly advice. "Seriously Max, lame as you are, you're still a million times cooler than those stuck up bitches. But-" he pauses as he stands up, holding up one finger to get her to wait as he leaves the room, "If you wanna really show 'em-" he calls from the tiny bedroom in the back of the trailer, "then wear...this."

He comes out brandishing a denim jacket. It's well-worn. Parts of it are faded and there's a hole starting to wear by the cuff, but the collection of  band pins and patches give it an air of coolness that more than make up for its shabbiness. 

"Wear this with that ratty green dress you got last week, and definitely wear your Chucks instead of trying to stagger around a field in dumb heels. Trust me-" he throws the jacket at her, hitting her smack in the face, "You'll look.... You��ll be fine."

But he watches as Max just picks at her food, a furrow in her brow as she stares at the plate, so as soon as they’ve finished with dinner Billy forces her to stay in her chair so he can braid her hair, arranging it into a fancy, twirly crown around her head. He steps back to admire his handwork, reaching out to undo a few strands which fall artfully around her face, and then he nods, satisfied.

“Done. Now you gotta scoot, OK? Get home, get dressed and go have some actual proper fun for the first time in ever.”

Billy walks her out with a few more half-jokey warnings and a sincere promise to call him if she gets into any trouble at all. He’s just about to close the door when he spots the little crop of stubborn daisies and Queen Anne’s Lace that grows around his mailbox, and he calls Max back, getting her to sit on the wooden steps just outside his door as he carefully weaves a selection of the white flowers in and out of her braid.

“There y’go,” he murmurs when he’s done, “Proper May Queen now. Just don’t mess ‘em up when you put your dress on.” 

Max raises a tentative hand to touch the petals, and Billy instantly slaps it down, “What did I say?” he grumbles at her, “Don’t mess ‘em up. You’ll never get it looking as good as I have.”

Max grumbles back at him, but he can tell by her smile, and the way she keeps on checking her reflection in the trailer’s windows that she’s pleased. He lets her preen for a few minutes, then waves her away,  “Get gone, shitbird. Try not to land on your head if you fall off your bike. Your ass is a softer landing anyway.” 

Max flips him the bird as she cycles away. And then Billy’s left alone. 

And for the first time in years, he thinks about his old midsummers. The rituals. The rites. The flowers. He knows now, from painful, first-hand experience, that monsters exist. And if nightmares can be real, why not dreams? Why not magic? Why not true love?  And he has meadows now, a whole load of fields that surround his little house. He knows them well. He’s walked the paths and navigated the trails and he’s seen the flowers springing up. There’s easily at least seven different types. And it is Midsummer Eve. 

Billy’s walking away from his trailer before he even realises. It’s the perfect time of day, that point in a summer’s evening when everything is tinged with a rosy hue and the searing heat of the day has softened into something pleasant and the breeze has started to stir. So Billy walks. And he smiles. 

When he reaches the first meadow he thinks about his Mom. He wonders if she ever did find the person she dreamed of. Someone who'd let her roll in the morning dew. Maybe even someone who'd roll with her. Billy lets himself imagine her, just for a moment, pictures her encouraging smile and tries to remember the exact scent of her jasmine perfume and the way her lips would feel on his forehead. And then, when the ache in his heart starts to feel like too much, he shakes the thought away and picks his first flower. A bright yellow daffodil.

And then he moves on. Moves to another field. Another flower. And he finds himself thinking of another person entirely. 

Harrington. Steve. The first face he saw when he woke up in hospital. Steve, with his long body sprawled out awkwardly on the rigid plastic seat, face crumpled against his palm and his hair mussed as he sat half dozing; sudden jolting upright when Billy started to speak, voice rusty and cracked as he croaked out, "You look like shit.”

Steve whose big, brown eyes met his, full of exhaustion and now so much surprise. Whose lips parted in shock, just for a moment, then grew into a huge smile, the brightest greeting Billy had seen for a long time. Who rolled his eyes and said, "Dude, seriously? First thing you say in three weeks and it's an insult?" And who took Billy's hand and held on and didn't let go until Billy's sudden, silent tears had subsided. 

Steve who had sat by his bed for hours and explained everything. Who came everyday bringing magazines and a Walkman and, on one occasion, some weird handheld game console that neither of them really knew how to play, but that Billy kept because it made Max green with envy whenever she saw it. 

Steve who helped Billy to move what little he had left into the trailer, and then stayed because he had bet with Billy that ‘none of the good pizza places will deliver all the way out here’ and who then insisted on crashing on the couch because he was ‘far too tired to drive home now, Hargrove. I’m a danger to all the other road users.’ 

Steve who was there, right there, when Billy woke up on his first night in an unfamiliar place with a scream in his throat and tears on his cheeks. Steve who whispered reassurances and held Billy until he calmed, and then made a joke about his morning breath not being that horrifying, surely Hargrove, as he flicked on the lamp and turned on the radio and filled the trailer with light and sound and chatter and jokes.

Steve who kept turning up to Billy’s trailer with the Harrington’s hand-me-downs like the television set that apparently didn’t quite fit with Mrs. Harrington’s living room decor and the thick, woolen blankets that had started to make Mr. Harrington sneeze.

Steve who turned up on Halloween with horror films and candy, and on Thanksgiving with Tupperwares filled with leftovers and on Christmas with a boombox tied with a red ribbon and a bag filled with twenty individually wrapped tapes so that Billy would have 'a few more things to unwrap'. Steve who seemed surprised when Billy handed his own little clumsily wrapped package, and then utterly delighted when he opened it to reveal the little plush rooster- a call back to some dumb in-joke that had sprung up between them. 

Steve who also came over even when it wasn't a holiday.  Steve who kept coming round even when he didn't really have a reason to. Steve who stuck around because he wanted to.

Billy walks over to the next meadow letting his fingers trail along the tops of bellflowers that had grown to reach his knees.  And he keeps thinking about Steve. 

He thinks about his tiny moles peeking out from the collar of a polo shirt; he thinks about his warm chuckle that Billy knows how to turn into a gasping, snorting laugh; and the way he sings along to the radio when he drives them both to the lake and the fact that Steve always gives Billy the pickle from his burger without being asked. 

Billy walks through more meadows. picks more flowers.  Hunts out little irises and heady lavender and vivid marigolds and the pinkest of peonies and a delicate primrose. And all the while he thinks of Steve. It doesn’t take him long before he’s done. For all the openness of the meadows, Hawkins is still a small place, and Billy’s back home just as the sun starts to set. He’s yawning as he crosses the threshold, the walk and the bending over and the heat of the day have all taken it out of him. And maybe he’s a little eager too, maybe there’s still a part of him that's still an excited little boy. So Billy gently shakes the flowers out one by one over the bathroom sink, checking them carefully for bugs before he gathers them back into a bundle to lay under his pillow.

This time there are no prickly thorns to prick his skin, no chemical scents to catch in his throat, nothing but the sweet scent of the flowers and the bubble of excitement in Billy’s chest.  He doesn't need to remind himself to think happy thoughts. Right now, they're the only kind on his mind. And, for once, sleep comes easily.

---

He opens his eyes to find himself in the meadow again. Lying down this time, with a picnic blanket spread underneath him. And Steve’s smiling face above him, looking down.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” 

Billy just blinks at him, and Steve smiles even more,  “You’re like a cat, sleeping in a sunbeam, ‘s cute." But then Steve’s brow furrows a little and concern fills his tone, “Are you feeling OK? Not too tired? I know it’s a bit of a walk to get here but I thought...worth it, y’know? Cause it’s quiet and you hardly ever see anyone and the flowers are-”

“Steve,” Billy cuts him off gently, “It’s perfect, sweetheart.” The endearment trips from his tongue before he can stop it, but it makes Steve smile instantly, his worry lines disappearing as his eyes crinkle instead.

“Well that’s all good then. You deserve perfect, baby."

And then Steve’s leaning forward. And Billy’s closing his eyes. But what he expects doesn't happen. Instead Steve leans past him, reaching out into the grass and pulling up a flower. A bright pink peony that he twirls in his fingers and then slips into Billy's hair, tucking the stem just behind Billy's ear and carefully arranging it until it's sitting just right. He sits back and admires his handiwork, his thumb brushing against Billy's cheek as he cups Billy's face and gazes at him with something like wonderment.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs, and Billy can hear the sincerity in his voice. The weight of it.  And then Steve leans forward again. And this time he closes his eyes too. 

---

Billy wakes with a jolt. There’s a tingle on his lips and his heart is hammering and his stomach is whirling madly. But it's the good kind of whirling. The excited kind. Butterflies rather than tendrils.  He knows, without even glancing in the mirror, that he's woken up with a smile on his face. Big and bright and real. He also knows that he shouldn’t think too much of it. He’s dreamt of Steve before, and not always innocently either, but the dream he just had feels like something more. Something deeper. Something special. 

Magical.

Billy can’t shake the images from the dream. He thinks about it as he goes to the bathroom and washes his face. He thinks about it as gets dressed. He thinks about it as he picks up the slightly crushed flowers from under his pillow, straightening them out and bundling them together to place in the chipped beer glass he found in his cabinet.

And then he has an idea.

---

He’s in his truck, idling outside of Loch Nora before it hits him that he might be being dumb. But he can’t turn back now. He won’t. Instead he parks up a little way away from the houses and gathers up the flowers from the passenger seat, giving them a quick once over before he’s springing out of the truck and walking a familiar route to a familiar house.

It’s still early. There’s still morning dew on the lawns and, save for a single, dedicated jogger, there’s no one around. And Billy knows Steve’s work schedule well enough to know that he’ll almost certainly still be sleeping off the stresses of a late shift with Keith. But he’s still cautious, still makes himself step quietly as he passes Beemer is parked neatly on the driveway and stands outside Steve's door.

He clutches the bouquet in his hand. Thinks for just a second before he’s tugging the scrunchie from his hair- the skull-patterned one that Max bought him when she saw his hair creeping past his shoulders- and wrapping it securely around the stems of the flowers, tying them into a makeshift bouquet. It’s not exactly luxurious, the flowers aren’t exactly at their best after a night being flattened under Billy’s pillow, and they could definitely do with some water to perk them up. But the red of the scrunchie adds an extra touch of brightness, and there’s a certain rustic charm about the shabbiness of the blooms.

So Billy stops doubting them. Stops doubting himself. He places the bouquet down on the doorstep. And then, without a backwards glance, he walks away.  Half an hour later, there's a knock at Billy's door. It's Steve. Standing there with the tiny bouquet in his hands and Billy's scrunchie wrapped around his wrist.

For a moment, neither of them say anything. And then Steve smiles. Smaller and shyer than Billy's ever seen him smile before. Bashful. Billy's almost expecting him to shove his hands in his pockets and start drawing circles in the dirt with his sneaker. Instead he turns the flowers over and over in his hands, looking down at them and then back up at Billy.

"No one's ever given me flowers before," he says.

Billy swallows the bubble of fear rising in his throat. Bites back all the words of denial and fake confusion despite the glaring red evidence wrapped around Steve wrist. Instead he raises an eyebrow, "Bit presumptuous, Harrington. Who says they're for you? Your Mom's a fine looking woman."

Steve laughs at that. Not the full on gaspy one, but not his polite chuckle either. Instead it's fond. Warm. Familiar. And he steps closer into Billy's space, "Not sure she's exactly your type though." 

"Oh, I dunno," Billy grins back and licks his lips, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart as Steve's eyes flick down to follow the movement, "Good hair, brown eyes, nice ass and rich as fuck. Sounds exactly my type."

"My mom's eyes are green," Steve says simply. And then he pauses, his eyes falling back to the flowers in his hand as he ducks his head and shuffles his feet. And Billy’s ready to bolt. To make some excuse and slam the door and slide down on the other side of it and bury his head in his hands and scream and cry and break things and drink and cry a bit more until he passes out. But then Steve looks up at him. And he smiles again. A little bigger this time. Much less shy.  He plucks a flower from the bouquet, the pink peony, and twirls it between his fingers for a moment before he threads it into the waves of Billy's hair, tucking it just behind his ear.

"Looks good. Really good," he murmurs, twisting a few of the curling strands around each other to hold the flower in place, and Billy’s fingers thrill at the contact, at the way Steve’s fingers tickle his scalp and on the sensitive shell of his ear. 

And then Steve's hand slides to Billy's cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of Billy's face so gently. Reverently. Like Billy is something to treasure.  They stay like that for a moment, frozen, and then Steve steps forward, closing the few inches between them, and closes his eyes.  So Billy closes his eyes too.  His heart hammers against his chest, and the butterflies in his stomach flutter again as Steve places his other hand on Billy's waist, the bouquet dangling from his fingers and brushing against Billy's hip.

There's another pause. Another moment.

And then Steve's lips meet his. 

Billy's thundering heart soars as Steve's thumb strokes across his cheek and his fingers curl into Billy's hair and his tongue licks across Billy's lips and into his mouth and Billy can taste him, can taste his morning coffee and his toothpaste and a sweetness that is probably just the very essence of Steve and Billy knows that he’s falling into Steve, that he’s leaning right into Steve’s touch and his own hands are grasping, fingers fluttering at Steve’s waist, almost afraid to hold on, to touch, in case it’s too good to be true and he wakes up back in bed with seven flatted flowers underneath his head. 

And Steve pulls back, just enough that he can gaze at Billy with an expression of pure happiness, grinning and glowing and looking so beautiful that Billy can't help but grin back. And as he does, he feels a bubble of utter joy rising from somewhere deep and long-forgotten.

And Billy believes in magic once more.

[starrysupercell]

I think bake sale Barley ended up being my trans awakening

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I'm so happy for you!! I'd like to write something Bakesale Barley related just for you, but I wanted to answer this ask as soon as possible so you'd know how great that is!

So while I'm brainstorming away through all my other brainrots, just know that I wish you all the best, Anon.

I'm also honored and happy that you felt inclined to let me know. 💙💙

[burnyan-the-random-fan]

I made like 6 of these and 5 of them is my OTP Barley x Mortis and one is just Bakesale Barley. You got Barley & no hat Mortis, Barley & Hat Mortis, Bake sale Barley & Rockabilly Mortis, and BB & RM gold heart lock variant

[sweetlilpaulie]

Feels Like Home.

Request for touch-starved Paul

Paul X Reader

Caution: Language

Enjoy, my cuties. 

~~~

“That’s all we have time for today.” To all the boys’ relief, Brian ushered the reporters out the door. “Thank you for your time.”

“Those nosy gits.” John muttered, slipping a ciggie between his lips. “John, the world must know what your ideal hairstyle for the modern woman is!” he mocked gritting his teeth. “I don’t bloody fuckin’ know, why don’t you ask a WOMAN?” 

All the boys nodded in agreement. 

(y/n) entered the room in which the boys where located. She passed each of the boys a bottle of water.

“Thank ye’ love.” 

You smiled and nodded warmly.

“If there’s anything else ya need...”

She walked out the door and back to her desk where she had to finish some reports. Paul watched her leave, his eyes never darting anywhere but the back of her head. John took notice of this quite quickly and gave a small smirk.

“Good Lord, Paul thousands of birds at yer feet, and you still need more.”

Paul cast him a look that clearly said shut the hell up. John shrugged and started hitting keys again. 

“Let’s get this album finish, shall we?” 

Paul glanced once more at the door before turning back to his bass. 

God, she’s pretty.

~~~

(Y/n) rubbed her eyes. These past few weeks had been nothing more than stressful for the poor girl. So much work needed to be done. The release of Beatles for Sale was soon, and so they needed to be prepared as much as possible. She scanned another paper and typed what she needed out of it before throwing it into the used pile. 

There was a soft knock on the door. Lifting her head, she saw Brian look cautiously in.

“Sorry to bother you, but d’you mind getting the boys somethin’? It’s been a few hours, and they need some lunch.”

“Of, course. No problem.” she quickly stood up, brushing off her skirt. 

“I hope I’m not intruding on anything, I understand we have a lot....”

“No really, s’alright. Needed a stretch anyways.” 

He seemed satisfied and headed off.

It felt good to get out from her desk, and go outside in the frosty air. She had brought her very furry coat, which was pleasantly welcoming. Even still, the chill nipped at her nose. 

Once she entered the bakery, she was greeted with the wonderful smell of fresh spices and baking buns. 

“’ello miss. What d’ya like?”

“A few danishes, and some of those chicken sandwiches, if you’d please.”

She glanced outside from whence she came. To her utter luck, it was raining. 

Damn.

She hurriedly grabbed the packages and stuffed them under her cloak. 

Once she got back to the studio, she started setting out the pastries and sandwiches. The boys, especially George, looked gleefully at the food in sight. 

“Thank ye, (y/n).”

“Of course.” 

George, per usual, got started as quickly as his mouth would allow, Ringo and John taking their sweet time, talking and enjoy their danishes. Paul held a bun in hand, but just stared out the window at the tragic weather. 

“Alright there?”

Paul nearly jumped out of his skin at the comment. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah, jus’ fine.” he looked up at the girl above him, concern written on her face. 

“You need somethin’?” 

“No, no...s’alright.” he added a little too quickly. He almost seemed flustered, as his cheeks hinted pink. 

“You sick love?” she put her hand gently on his forehead to check for fever. He almost sighed at the touch, leaning forward slightly, with his eyes closed.

“Oh.” She bit her lip at his reaction. She decided she wanted to try something.

“You are very tense, Paul. ‘ere, allow me.” started to massage the Beatle’s shoulders. 

She could tell by the wide smile on his face that you made a good choice. 

John loudly excused himself, and took the clueless George and Ringo with him into another room. 

Her skilled fingers found themselves gently pressing against his neck, carefully inching towards his well kept locks of hair. 

“Mmmm...” he hummed. 

She had no idea where this new jolt of confidence was from, but she pressed her lips to the back of his neck. 

“Oh, God...”

She grinned, finally resolving her touch is exactly what he needed.  

“Aw, poor Paulie needs someone to take care of ya, don’tcha?

He barley mumbled a response, much too distracted by her fingers. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

“You’re an angel, love.” 

She smiled, blushing slightly at the comment. 

“So are you, you beautiful boy.”

And there, they stayed, her frame in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gently resting on her back. 

“Can you stay? J-just for a while.”

“As long as you like.”

~~~

Yayy! Done! Hope you enjoyed!

L.M.

[angelicthor]

forgive me father

pairing: priest!bucky barnes x reader

summary: father james isn’t your average priest. 

warnings/genre: +18 only, smut - pretty much pwp, unprotected sex, spanking

masterlist 

a/n: another repost but this had some major editing - 2016 me couldn’t write for shit, thats for sure 

Church was not where you wanted to be heading on a Friday night that was for sure, but your mother was unable to make it and you promised her that you would drop off the cakes she had made for the bake sale. You hadn’t actually entered a church since you were a girl, preferring to a lifestyle that was slightly at odds with the way the parish would have you live.

The heavy wooden doors were open and you walked straight in, finding it empty. Your brows creased in confusion as to where the priest could be and you decided to go look for him, venturing to the back of the church towards the office space there and knocking on the closed door, the sound echoing loudly throughout the otherwise silent building. The door swung open and your mouth dropped open at what stood before you.

He cannot be the Priest...

You looked into the pale blue eyes of the man before you, taking in the dark brown locks that fell to his shoulders and his jawline that looked sharper than steel. The roguish smirk that graced his face gave him every vibe a priest should definitely not have.

“A-Are you the Priest?” You stuttered out, unsure just how a man that looked like that lived a life of celibacy.

He chuckled as he tapped the white collar around his throat and your eyes fell to his slender fingers, mind racing with the sinful possibilities of what he could do with them.

“This thing’s a bit of a clue, ain’t it doll?” He asked bemusedly, the deep timbre sparking all kinds of wicked thoughts. The dark glint in his eye made you wonder if he knew what he was doing to you?

You'd never seen a priest like him before, that was certain: when you used to come to church as a girl with your mother they were all balding old men who wore socks and sandals, there was never anything even remotely sexually appealing about them, but this guy was roaming his eyes over you like he wanted to put you on your knees and teach you how to worship and god help you, you would let him.

He tilted his head back towards his office, “Did you want to come in?”

Nimbly nodding your head, you followed him into the office, shutting the door behind you.

“I-uh, I just brought my mom’s cakes for the bake sale, she couldn’t make it so I said I’d drop them off,” You told him, licking your lips to try to counteract the sudden dryness of your mouth, his eyes following the movement like a hawk.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he came back from around his desk to pluck the tin out of your hands, his fingers running over yours more than they needed to. Your breath hitched as your head snapped up, noticing how close you two actually were to each other.

“Thank you,” his husky voice could be felt on the skin of your face, a burning igniting in your cheeks in response. You watched mesmerized as his teeth captured his bottom lip, pulling it inwards, and all you could think was about how much you wanted to bite his lips yourself.

Shaking your head at your shameful fantasies, you introduced yourself to him.

“I’m Father James,” He extended his hand out to you, “But my friends all call me Bucky.”

His touch electrified you, sending a slight shiver down your back and you could not figure out what it was about this man that made you react in such a way.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in service, Y/N?”

Your eye’s went wide, worried you’d offended him for not showing up to services.

“Uh- No,no, I’m not a very religious person I guess?”

His eyebrow raised in question at you, “Oh, why not?”

Your head titled to the side and without thinking you answered him, “I don’t know, I guess I just like sinning to much to give it up.”

Your mouth fell open when you realized what you said, your brain scrambling to think of an excuse that could get you out of what you’d just revealed. Whilst you were sputtering for something - anything - to say, you failed to notice how Father James' breathing accelerated as his gaze darkened.

He cut off your rambling by pressing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his large hands carelessly dropping the tin and pulling your hips flush against his so you could feel the hard bulge already there. You gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth in a dirty kiss. You were stunned to say the least, thoughts racing with how a priest that you had just met no less, was now kissing you with an unrivaled passion; you thought about how wrong it was, not only was he a priest but you were in a church, that was like double the sin and oh my god his lips feel nice.

Hell - I'm definitely going to hell.

When he gently nibbled on your bottom lip, you were gone, surrendering yourself completely to him, eyes slipping shut as you threaded your fingers through his hair and returned his attentions tenfold.

Oh fuck it, I never took a damn vow.

He walked you backwards until the back of your legs hit the large wooden desk in the center of the room, his lips leaving yours to trail kisses down your jaw and throat as you clung to him. He effortlessly lifted you onto the desk and you marveled at his hidden strength, hands trailing down his arms and feeling the defined muscles hidden under his shirt. A particular sharp nip where your shoulder had you gasping, eyes shooting open and meeting his, feeling just as disheveled as he looked.

“So darlin’, just how much do you like sinning?” His voice was raspy, thick with desire which only served to fuel your own.

The feeling of his hard cock pressed against your core coupled with the lust-blown look in his eyes gave you a burst of confidence and so you slowly traced the front of his shirt with your fingertip, lips ghosting along the shell of his ear as you whispered; “Why don’t you find out, Father?”

The growl that tore from his throat caused your pussy to clench in need; his lips returning to yours with renewed vigor as his hand slowly crept up your thigh, pulling your skirt up with it. His fingers starting to stroke against your clothed core where wet patch was already visible, only adding to the stimulation you could feel on your clit as you whined into his mouth, your hips rolling to try and increase his gentle pressure on your swollen clit.

His fingers pressed harder against you in response, a high pitched cry escaping you as you shamelessly rutted against his hand, ignoring the smug smirk that played on his lips as he watched you so desperate for his touch. His hands left you much to your chagrin, quickly pulling the dress over your head, leaving you in just your underwear in the middle of his study. He unhooked your bra and flung it to the side before pushing your shoulders down onto the desk and languidly pulling your panties down your legs, dropping them on the floor without a care before slowly lowering to his knees right in front of your bare core. Yanking your legs apart, he hooked your knees over his shoulders, hot breath fanning over your wet cunt as your writhed at the sensation, silently pleading with him to touch you already as you fingers tugged at his hair. You could feel the corners of his lips turn up into a smirk as he ghosted his mouth down the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

“Please.”

The word tumbled from your mouth like a desperate prayer and it was all he needed to hear before he dived between your folds, tongue working dexterously over you as he lapped up your wetness as if it was being poured from the holy grail itself. His tongue traced around clit in light circles that made you dizzy before your body lurched as he inserted on thick digit into your tight cunt before quickly adding another, curling them against your front wall until he found the spot that made you cry out like a heavenly choir.

It didn’t take long for you to fall apart, his talented tongue paired with his fingers ruthlessly hitting just the right spot inside off you overloading your senses until your toes were curling and your back arched as pleasure flooded your every nerve.

“Fuck Doll, you taste divine” he groaned against the skin on your thigh, biting softly before licking away the sting as he watched you come down from your high.

Wordlessly, you pulled him up to you, pressing your lips to his in a hurried kiss and tasting yourself on his tongue. The combination of your arousal and his own taste making your head spin.

“James, please, I need you - fuck - I need you to fuck me,” your voice was strained, your desperation leaking into your words.

He chuckled at you when you tried to buck your hips into him, smirking down at you: “You only had to ask Doll.”

He made a show of slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper to his pants, pushing them down just enough so that he could free his hard cock from his boxers and pumping his length slowly in his hand as his eyes greedily wandered over your naked form. He made no attempt to removed any item of clothing and you eyes widened as you realized he was going to fuck you whilst wearing his clerical clothes, dog collar and everything.

You yelped when he flipped you over, pushing your chest flat against the desk, sensitive nipples pressed against the cold wood causing you to hiss. He lifted your hips so your toes barley touched the floor, hands wandering over your skin, tracing over your sides and back as you wiggled beneath his touch, desperate to have him fill you already. One hand traveled down your back, grabbing a handful of your hair whilst the other had a death-grip on your hip. You knew he was adding to the collection of bruises he’d already caused on your skin.

Your hands clawed at the desk beneath you as he ran the tip of his throbbing cock between your glistening folds, your arousal already returned tenfold since your orgasm. You tried to push your hips back but his grip remained strong: “Fuck. James please, please-”

The scream that tore from your throat cut of your plea as Bucky bottomed out, thrusting his hips flush against your ass. Giving you no time to adjust, he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips forward, watching with sadistic glee as your ass bounced against the force of his hips. You let the cries fall freely from your lips, adding to the grunts Bucky was releasing as well as the sickening sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck! So - oh fuck - fucking tight, doll,” He panted out through gritted teeth, “So fucking wet too, this all for me Y/N?”

You moaned in response but apparently that wasn’t what he wanted as his hand came down harshly on your left cheek, the skin throbbing where his hand had hit.

“Fuck, yes! Yes! All for you, James, only you.”

You arched your back up more, pulling him deeper within you so he hit your g-spot with every thrust. You both groaned at the new feeling, your pleasure building within you, begging to be released.

“Please, so close, so fucking close. Don’t stop,” Your begging payed off as his fingers crept to your clit, rubbing tight circles over it, pushing you over the edge and into oblivion.

Your legs shook as your hands clawed at the desk beneath you, needing something to cling to as your orgasm pulsed through your body, filling you with euphoria. The feeling of your slick walls clamping down on his cock threw Bucky over the edge too, his hands grasping your hips as his stuttered into yours. An animalistic growl falling from his lips as you milked him of his cum.

His body collapsed on top of yours, arms caged around your head as you both came down from your highs. The silence of his study now filled with deep breaths and pants as you tried to regain composure. You could feel him pressing soft kisses to the nape of your neck and confusion washed over you at what the hell had just transpired.

“So, uh, what kind of a Priest are you exactly?”

You felt him smirk against your skin before he nipped the lobe of your ear, whispering darkly: “The bad kind.”

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Whole Grains Bun (Cubic Brand) ขนมปังโฮลเกรนบัน | Eating ASMR No Talking

Freshly baked whole grains bun with 19 whole grains provide a hearty source of essential vitamins and minerals.

No Cholesterol No Flavoring & Coloring Use Unbleached Flour Use Unrefined Sugar Product Name: Whole Grains Bun Net Weight: 80g Packaging: Plastic Brand: Cubic Categories: Ready to Eat, Bread, Appetizer Country of Sale: Thailand Sales Location: Big C Price: ฿39 Ingredients: Unbleached Wheat Flour 32% Whole Wheat Flour 20% 19 Whole Grains 6.8% * Including Whole Wheat, Corn, Melon Seeds, Sunflower Seeds, Pumpkin Seeds, Perilla Seeds, White Sesame Seeds, Black Sesame Seeds, Flax, Basil Seeds, Barley, Millet, Peanuts, Soybeans, Kidney Beans, Black Beans, Mung Beans, Navy Beans and Oats Butter 5.8% Milk 3.9% Unrefined Sugar 2.3% Allergen Information: Contains wheat flour and gluten How to Preserve: – Store in a dry place out of the sun. Seal the bag tightly every time and keep in normal room temperature – If you want to store it for a long time, put it in the freezer. Bread can be stored for up to 3 weeks from the date of manufacture.

ขนมปังโฮลเกรนบัน อบสดใหม่ที่มีธัญพืชรวม 19 ชนิด เป็นแหล่งวิตามินและแร่ธาตุที่จำเป็นมากมาย

ไม่มีโคเลสเตอรอล ไม่แต่งกลิ่นและสี ใช้แป้งสาลีไม่ขัดสี ใช้น้ำตาลไม่ขัดสี ชื่อผลิตภัณฑ์: ขนมปังโฮลเกรนบัน น้ำหนักสุทธิ: 80 กรัม บรรจุภัณฑ์: พลาสติก แบรนด์: คิวบิก ประเภท: อาหารพร้อมทาน, ขนมปัง, อาหารเรียกน้ำย่อย ประเทศที่ขาย: ประเทศไทย สถานที่ขาย: บิ๊กซี ราคา: 39 บาท ส่วนประกอบสำคัญ: แป้งสาลีไม่ฟอกสี 32% แป้งโฮลวีต 20% ธัญพืชรวม 19 ชนิด 6.8% *ได้แก่ โฮลวีต ข้าวโพด เมล็ดแตงโม เมล็ดทานตะวัน เมล็ดฟักทอง งาม่อน งาขาว งาดำ เฟล็ก แมงลัก บาร์เลย์ ลูกเดือย ถั่วลิสง ถั่วเหลือง ถั่วแดง ถั่วดำ ถั่วเขียว ถั่วขาว ข้าวโอ๊ต เนยสด 5.8% นม 3.9% น้ำตาลทรายไม่ฟอกสี 2.3% ข้อมูลสำหรับผู้แพ้อาหาร: มีแป้งสาลีและกลูเตน วิธีเก็บรักษา: – เก็บในที่แห้งไม่ให้โดนแดด ปิดปากถุงให้สนิททุกครั้ง และเก็บในอุณหภูมิห้องปกติ – หากอยากเก็บไว้นานให้นำใส่ช่องแช่แข็ง ขนมปังสามารถเก็บได้ถึง 3 สัปดาห์ นับจากวันผลิต

Nutrition Facts 1 servings per container Serving Size 80g Calories 280 Amount Per Serving % Daily Value * Total Fat 9g 14% Saturated Fat 3.5g 18% Sodium 280mg 12% Total Carbohydrate 40g 14% Dietary Fiber 8g 32% Sugars 4g Protein 11g 22% Calcium 10% Iron 10% * The % Daily Value tells you how much a nutrient in a serving of food contributes to a daily diet. 2,000 calories a day is used for general nutrition advice.

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