#best homemade syrup

[twiceastasty]

Rhubarb–Vanilla Syrup

Fruit syrup concentrate is easy to make and stash in your fridge or freezer for homemade spritzers and cocktails with classic or unexpected flavors. Learn to make Rhubarb–Vanilla Syrup.

We tend to buy fruity sparkling waters and hard seltzers in cans, but bottles of fruit syrup concentrate are easy to make and stash in your fridge, or freeze in ice trays, for homemade spritzers and cocktails. You can also play with flavors you’re unlikely to find on the store shelf, like the tart–sweet rhubarb syrup I share this week in my Twice as Tasty column for the Flathead Beacon. The…

[arianaofimladris]

I ordered in total 12kg of quince. I got in total 13,7kg of fruit (both times I got more than I ordered). It gave me 11kg of quince once I removed the seeds.

11kg of quince and 11kg of sugar later, I have 13,5l of syrup and 11 jars of fruit.

And yes. I'm sane.

Last year we made about 9l at home and I had like 5 more here. We ran out of the syrup before the year passed. So yes, I ordered 5 more kilos, since we don't have too many fruit in the allotment this year, but I sent them home for my dad to prepare.

[emoangel44]

havent been doing great recently but its sunny out 2day and im eating toast and listening 2 folkpunk and everythings pretty good for right now

[askwhatsforlunch]

Last Best Party Gin Slings

“‘Now,’ she added, ‘pour us a drink from that thermos, and let’s see these letters.’ Phryne had prudently obtained a supply of gin slings and had borrowed a couple of glasses from the drinks tent. Her expensive English Thermos flask kept things ice cold as well as piping hot, just as the advertisement had said. Nicholas laid down his bag of letters, and poured drinks as requested. He wasn’t used to strong cocktails and sipped carefully.”

Whether you’re attending a days-long end of the year celebration in the stifling Werribee heat or in cooler (although much less cold than recently) climes, these last few days before the New Year dawns are meant to lean into pleasure, something one Miss Phryne Fisher always remembers, even in the midst of an investigation! Thus, mix a couple of Last Best Party Gin Slings, sit back, sip, and relax!

Ingredients (serves 2):

a dozen large ice cubes

2 small, ripe lemons

120 millilitres/4 fluid ounces (8 tablespoons) good quality London Dry Gin

45 millilitres/1 1/2 fluid ounces (3 tablespoons) Simple Sugar Syrup

4 dashes Angostura bitters

chilled eau de Seltz (sparkling water), to top

Place 3 ice cubes in each of two long drink glasses. 

Add remaining ice cubes into a shaker.

Squeeze the juice of one and a half lemons, and pour into the shaker, along with Gin and Sugar Syrup. Add Angostura bitters. Close shaker tightly, and shake energetically, until well-chilled through.

In the remaining lemon half, cut two thin slices and add them to the glasses.

Strain cocktail onto the ice and lemon slices into both glasses. Top with chilled Eau de Seltz.

Serve and sip Last Best Party Gin Slings immediately!

[scubafox]

Best Ever Homemade Syrup

[corvidcrossbow]

Obviously today is mother's day ‘n now I'm just thinking about how Daryl would be on it because I am down bad and imagine too much of my life with this man 😔🙏 (Can you blame me?)

He'd check the calendar and the community one so many times to make sure he had the day right, since obviously that kinda got screwed up with the apocalypse and y'all had to kinda reinvent it, and still it's really easy to get off track.

But he was sure today was the day, and carefully crept out of bed earlier in the morning to surprise you. He picks flowers from the community, maybe slipping from the walls for just a moment to find one he's missing, then carefully arranges them in a vase he'd picked out on a run once.

He quietly goes to wake up your daughter, and together they prepare a luxury arrangement of pancakes/waffles/french toast (whatever be your favorite), and a bar of toppings ready to be added like fresh fruits, homemade honey and maple syrup, freshly whipped cream, and so on.

When you'd come down the steps, rubbing sleep from your eyes, he'd quickly come over to wrap you in his arms and kiss you. “G'mornin’ sunshine. Happy momma's day,”

He'd lead you over to the table where the vase and breakfast bar sit, your daughter presenting a card she'd made for you. And that was just the beginning of it. Daryl secretly worked with her to create all sorts of little crafts and gifts for you.

Later, he'd take you both out to a quiet lake, somewhere he was sure was clear where no walkers or anything would come and disturb you. He'd sit behind you in the warm and soothing sun, keeping hands on you and massaging you, peppering kisses to your shoulders and the nape of your neck, whispering endless praises in your ears as you watch your daughter collect little blossoms and such not far from you, playing with Dog.

“Look at her… you gave me that. Thank you Dar…” You say quietly in wonder and gratitude.

“Ya gave me tha’. Thank you. Ya deserve everythin’. Best damn momma in tha world.” Another kiss to the soft spot behind your ear.

And later, he'd cook you dinner – some fancy cut of venison he'd only ever make for you, then having a campfire in the backyard, the three of you stargazing till your daughter soon falls asleep in your laps. He'd carry her up to bed, and you'd split glasses of wine in the kitchen.

And with the kid asleep, his hands find purchase on your waist, smoothing over your clothed frame as you'd exchange flirty comments. He was so drunk on love for you, mouth sucking lightly at your jawline and neck, trailing down, eager to continue on the skin of your chest.

It wasn't long before you were stumbling to your bedroom, Daryl's hands caressing every single inch of your body, never able to get enough of you.

His head would stay buried between your thighs for as long as you'd want it – no matter how fatigued his tongue got, how sore his jaw became, he didn't even notice it as his focus stayed locked on listening to your every moan, watching you writhe and buck up to his touch.

He'd thank you in every single way imaginable for being a mother. The mother of his child. For everything you do for him, everything you do for your daughter, and everything you do in general, reminding you just how perfect you are. and maybe making you a mother twice over.

And the best part of it all; it didn't need to be mother's day for Daryl to do this. He'd do this any day, ever, no matter the occasion. He does most of these on a regular basis anyway. That man was never religious till he met you and you became the Goddess to which he will kiss the ground in every spot you step, bend to your every will and command and do anything for you, worship you till his dying breath.

[kitchenwitchtingss]

50 KITCHEN WITCH TIPS TO MAKE YOU FEEL MORE WITCHY

(And other useful things I've learned over the years)

Hi! This is a list of dos, don'ts, tips, tricks, and other fun things that I've learned over the years. I always love finding more effective and efficient ways of doing things so if you have any cool things you'd like to add, leave them in the comments or reblog. I'd love to read it.

Anyways... On with the list ^_^

Light candles around your kitchen space (just make sure nothing flammable is near you)

Annotate your cookbooks with the correspondence of the ingredients.

Mediating is really good to calm the mind before cooking.

Cut oranges and lemons thinly, dry them, and hang them with twine around your kitchen

Need a cleansing tip? Open all your windows near your kitchen. Let some fresh air in.

Cutting sigils into apples, pie crusts, and carved potatoes.

Save lemon and orange rinds, freeze them, and then use them to clean the garbage disposal.

Make infused oils and honey: Things like garlic honey, lavender honey, herb oil, sun oil, moon oil, dandelion oil, and other different edible oils are very fun and useful to make.

Hid sigils in pages of your cookbooks and kitchen witch journals.

Add some plants! Snake plants and spider plants don't need too much light, and growing your own herbs in your kitchen is awesome too. Basil, lavender, thyme, aloe vera, rosemary, etc. are good fits. You could also add some plants that require more sunlight on the kitchen window sill. Like cacti and succulents.

Bring crystals into your kitchen space such as rose quartz, clear quartz, amethyst, or whatever you want the space's intentions to be.

I keep a small money tree on the sill, along with cacti for luck and protection.

Make a simmer Pot! Mostly because it makes the whole house smell good, easy, and fun.

Stir clockwise for best results!

Learning how to pickle things is actually pretty witchy. Plus, anyone could do it as it requires absolutely no kitchen experience. You could pickle any vegetable, even if you don't like pickles. I originally learned this after having to take shelter from a natural disaster. A person brought a bunch of stuff and taught us how to pickle things with different spices and herbs. Very fun!

Decorate your kitchen with your favorite stuff. Crystals, decor, heat mits, that cool mushroom cake stand you've been eyeing at the World Market for the past 2 weeks, cool looking curtains, sun catchers. Why stop there? Paint the walls, hang shelves full of marked-up cookbooks that are a little too well-loved and thumbed through.

Wanna be the person that has the amazing-smelling house every time people come over? Syrups take some time to simmer down, it's actually a pretty good time to leave it on the stove to simmer. Since syrups have a lot of aromatic ingredients, it acts as a really good-smelling simmer pot.

Hang up herbs to dry with twine from cabinets that are rarely used.

Invest in that new set of plates and cups.

Homemade jams, butter, sauces, and syrups are your best friend.

Crochet or knit your own dish rags, pot holders, etc.

Don't pour extremely hot things into a glass that's not Pyrex, it will break, and you will be very sad about it.

Don't cook anything while extremely upset or emotional (For safety reasons)

Make recipes you want to make, not just because you'll like the effect. Make it because you think it's tasty.

Chinese Five Spice works in place of herbs for protection and luck spells a lot of the time! It's cheaper to buy 1 spice than 4 different spices that total up to 15 dollars when you could just spend 3-4 dollars.

Take a shower before cooking (I don't know how to explain this one other than it makes you feel better)

Don't use microfiber/plastic material clothes on hot burners, it will fuse to the burner and melt. It is VERY hard to get off.

I don't know if I need to put this one but I did see someone do it so nonstick pan = wooden utensils and plastic utensils, metal pan = metal utensils. Do not use a metal spoon in a nonstick pan, please. It can make you very sick.

Keep your pets away from hot oil, open ovens, and hot pans.

You can proof bread dough in the fridge overnight if you don't have the time to bake, or want to eat fresh bread right in the morning.

Need a quick witchy meal for dinner in 12 minutes? Use premade tomato pasta sauce and doctor it up with thyme, rosemary, and garlic, for protection and distilling stagnant energies. Serve with pasta of your liking.

You can substitute Butter for Crisco/shortening, buttermilk for 1 cup of milk + 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar or lemon juice, and heavy cream for 1 cup of half and half plus 2 tbsp of butter.

Use leftover animal bones to make bone broth

Teach yourself the art of bread scoring (It's fun, and you can show it off to your loved ones!)

Collect and hoard your own and others' family recipes.

Sometimes the food doesn't have to be a spell, sometimes it just makes you feel good and you don't know why.

Listen to your favorite music in the kitchen, it makes the monotonous things like chopping veggies move faster.

Invest in a vegetable chopper if you don't like chopping vegetables.

Find a really good hot cocoa recipe and make it once a week. Master it. Just for your own happiness because hot cocoa is really good. You could also be the friend/family member that makes the best hot cocoa ever.

Focaccia Bread Lasts a very long time, and it's very easy to make!

Keep a first aid kit near where the oven is, in case of burns, cuts, or serious injuries where time is everything.

Quick Bread and no-rise loaves are simple for beginners, tasty, and take little time. They also feel very witchy to make.

Study a bit of Herbalism! It's fun and really helps better understand the herbs you're putting into your food.

While something is boiling, put your wooden spoon over the pot to minimize the chance of something boiling over.

Try a bit of coffee magick, it's simple to get into, and gives you a boost of energy to take on the day!

If you're over 21, wine-making is a very interesting way to celebrate the sabbats. Just with that, make sure you KNOW what you're doing. With anything fermented, there's always a risk if you don't store things correctly. Apple wines, strawberry wines, dandelion wines, etc. all very cool to experiment with. If you're not over 21, vinegar is a similar way to experiment.

Hang up some witchy things, sigils, photos, cool magnets, and other things that give you joy on your fridge. (Sometimes if you are lucky they have some fun magnets at five below)

If you live in the US, for some reason, there are a lot of books in the book section dedicated to witchcraft and spirituality. At least where I live. And they are all under 5 dollars!

Teas are the cheapest and easiest things you can practice being a kitchen witch.

[b14augrana]

Nenita

You plan a surprise for Irene’s birthday

Irene Paredes x teen!reader

Part of the Scrubber universe

masterlist

Warnings: pure fluff, no warnings needed!

A/N: in honour of irene’s birthday, i decided to write a little fic. there will be a new section in the scrubber masterlist for all the blurbs about cute moments with scrubber and the girls! i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Your calendar was very significant. You marked off your birthday, upcoming matches, Christmas, but most importantly… all your big sisters’ birthdays. Each of their birthdays were marked on your calendar in pink glittery gel pen.

You were giddy the night before their birthdays, probably even more excited than they were. Tonight, it was Irene’s big day that you were looking forward to as you laid on your bed stomach-first, filling in a card you made yourself.

Birthdays were a big deal for you because it was probably the most appropriate time to tell someone just how much you loved them.

Your captain was a very special woman. She was your second mother, mentor, and friend, all in one. Everyone needed an Irene in their life, but unfortunately there was just one, and not-so-unfortunately, she ended up with you and your team.

Those were the words you wrote on her card before sealing it in the envelope. With a smile, you placed it on top of the neatly wrapped gift stashed in your closet… that was piled on top of what looked like a dozen more.

The morning of the 4th of July, you were up before Irene. Carefully and quietly, without hitting the walls with your tower of gifts, you walked out of your bedroom with them and placed them on the coffee table. You placed your card in front of them and scrambled to the fridge to pull out the cake you made for her.

You weren’t a professional baker, but you knew how to make simple things like a cake. Irene loved red velvet cake, so when you stacked it all together with a homemade cream cheese frosting you had worked all week on (almost) perfecting, the end product was a birthday cake. You decorated it with the help of Fridolina, using sprinkles and cake toppers she had chosen, then two big ‘3’ candles right in the middle.

You were proud of your cake, even if it wasn’t the best. You figured that it would be nice to test out your baking skills instead of buying a red velvet cake that already cost you an arm and a leg without extra decorations.

Your culinary creations didn’t stop there. Next on the menu was french toast that you dusted with powdered sugar, drizzled with maple syrup, and garnished with strawberries and blueberries. It made you feel like a proper chef, and once you finished constructing your meal, you looked at it in pride. It almost looked good enough to go in your stomach.

“Irene,” you whispered, nudging her bedroom door open as you carried her breakfast and a cup of coffee into her room, on a tray. Your grin was hardly containable.

She rolled over, looking at you through squinted eyes. Her expression brightened and her eyes widened when she realised what was happening, and she sat up while a smile flashed across her face.

“Meu nenita, moltes gràcies,” she replied, her smile widening as you placed the tray on her lap and put the coffee on her bedside table.

“After you eat, come to the living room. I have to give you something!” you chimed, skipping out of the room and leaving the woman to eat her food.

When she emerged out of her room, you were standing in front of your gift tower with your arms behind your back and a beaming smile on your face. You moved to the side, gesturing to your gifts. “Surprise! Feliz cumple, hermana!”

Irene gasped quietly, placing a hand on her chest as she looked at you in surprise. Before even paying another thought to her gifts, she pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you gently. “Nenita, you didn’t have to. How did you get all of this– no, how did you hide all of this?”

“I can’t tell you that,” you responded, “I’ll have to do it again next year. Open the card!”

You picked up the envelope and handed it to her, almost bouncing off the walls in excitement. She tore it open carefully and pulled out the card, taking a minute to read it before lowering it and looking at you with glossy eyes.

‘Dear Irene,

From the very first day I played with you in Barça, I’ve seen you as a second mother to me, away from my home. Not only do you take care of me and let me live under your roof, but you inspire me and teach me to be better than what I am capable of, on and off the pitch. I am lucky to spend my days with you; a beautiful, loving, and talented person. Being under your guidance and having you by my side during every game has made me the player I am today and I will always be grateful for having you in my life now, and hopefully forever.

Feliz cumpleaños, hermana! T'estimo per sempre.’

You were the one to initiate the hug as you wrapped your arms around her. She was quick to react and do the same, embracing you affectionately. “T’estimo, meu hermanita,” she mumbled.

Once you had pulled away, your grin hadn’t faltered one bit. “When all of the girls get here, we can have cake!”

“What do you mean, all of the girls?” Irene questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Y’know, all the girls. Alexia, Mapi, Frido, Ingrid– who else.. oh, Caro, Marta, Aitana, Lucy and Ona,” you answered, “Now go on, go get ready. The icing is going to start melting!”

[jjongslutz]

birthday sex with jay??

it’s my actual 21st birthday today (ahh I’m the same age as jay!!) so i had to add in the spice

so sorry that i couldn't get it out on time for the day of, but still happy late birthday!!

birthday sex with jay.

after being woken up by the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen, you already knew jay was going a step above expectations for your birthday. though, that's to be expected from him.

you peak your head around the corner to find him humming a quiet tune with his back turned to you, focused on whatever is sizzling on the pan.

trying your best to keep quiet, you tiptoe your way past the kitchen island to surprise him with a back hug.

he jumps a little at the suddeness, but relaxes into your touch. "good morning, angel, i didn't think you'd be up so early."

"i didn't think you'd be up so early," you laugh softly. he's notorious for sleeping in, of course.

jay smiles at your words, but doesn't respond. he focuses on flipping another pancake and you watch him carefully. when the golden side faces upward, he turns to you and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "happy birthday, love."

"thank you," you say with a smile.

soon enough, breakfast is served. delicious homemade pancakes by your personal chef—err, your kindhearted boyfriend, with a side of fruits and your choice of toppings.

"i took the day off," jay says reaching for the syrup.

you shoot a raised brow at him. "oh really?" you taunt. "why's that?"

he shrugs nonchalantly, but the corners of his lips raising are very telling. "i have other plans than to work in the office today." then, he adds, "it's a special day, isn't it?"

which is why you find yourself, barely just over an hour later, laying in bed with shaky breaths. your legs are spread and your boyfriend is ceremoniously between them, taking his sweet time lapping his tongue over your bare pussy while three fingers glide in and out of it at a relaxing pace.

your hand brushes through his hair gently, not too desperately. soft music fills the room, but you concentrate on the soft hums jay emits as he sucks on your clit.

"jay..." you moan quietly.

he looks up at you. "yes, my love?"

"i think i'm stretched enough, hm?"

he pouts playfully. "but i'm having so much fun down here."

"are you doing this for me or for you?"

"for you, of course. birthday girl deserves the best." he goes down once more for good measure, curling his fingers upward in time with his tongue rolling from bottom to top. "you taste so good, love, i'm sorry."

you giggle at his antics, unable to be upset not only from how good he's making you feel, but how sweet he's being with you.

obviously, he's sweet with you whatever the occasion and whichever the context. but today especially he's taking his time in making it all about you.

still, he listens to your pleas and gets up to his knees to start unbuckling his belt and slowly removing his pants and boxers in one movement. his hardened cock springs out of the material, red and leaking at the tip. you let out a soft giggle at jay's flushed face at his obvious excitement.

"c'mere," you whisper to him.

he crawls up to you, reaching down with one hand to guide his dick into your hole. he's done this so many times, he's able to do it without breaking eye contact. jay steadies himself, making sure not to miss a second of your reaction as you feel his tip pushing into you.

your eyes roll back as you let out a hum of pleasure. "thank you..."

"for what, baby?"

keeping your eyes closed, you hum again. "for everything."

he chuckles, rolling his hips slowly, but deeply into your core. "thank you, too."

the rest of the day is spent similarly. once you both cum the first time, jay stays comfortably between your walls as you both fall asleep into each other's arms ; when you wake up, you're at it again, more sensually, but still filled with love. he doesn't stop there, finding himself back with his head between your thighs and his tongue draped across your soaking pussy.

as the sun sets, the two of you cuddling together in bed with a miscellaneous movie on the tv, jay leaves a gentle kiss against your hair, whispering, "happy birthday, pretty girl"

a/n - suffering through writers block so that ending is sooooo rushed i'm sorry 😭

[feyburner]

hiii, do you have any good fall recipe recs? sweet or savoury I don’t mind I just regard you as a cooking god and am looking for inspiration

Yes! Here is my current To Make list.

Many I’ve made before and some are recipes I want to try.

I’m linking specific recipes just bc I’m copy pasting from my own list. Sorry for all the instagram reels, you can just google the name of the thing and find it.

I’m going apple picking with my friends sometime in early October so I’m already planning all the apple things I want to make 🤤🍎

And Friendsgiving… so many pies…

SWEET

- French Apple Cake/German Apple Cake

- Apple Tarte Tatin

- Apple Crunch Tart/“The Best Apple Tart in Paris”

- My auntie’s date pecan bread, one of my favorite quickbreads of all time. Yes you are reading that ingredient list correctly. This is for real fruit & nut enjoyers only. If you can’t play with the big boys go home.

- Pumpkin Bread

- Pumpkin Pie (I use the Libby’s recipe but double the cinnamon & ginger, brown sugar instead of white, 1 extra egg, and add 1 tsp vanilla, 1/2 tsp cardamom, 1/4 tsp nutmeg, a few cracks of black pepper, and lemon or orange zest. AND let the filling chill in the fridge overnight!!)

- Sweet Potato Pie (my own recipe, I’ll put under the cut)

- Pecan Pie (same)

- Cinnamon Roll Focaccia/Pumpkin Cinnamon Swirl Sourdough

- Orange Cardamom Olive Oil Cake

- Pear Almond Tart (Tarte Bourdaloue)

SAVORY

- Arayes (made already, so good)

- Crispy Pork Scallion Buns

- Coconut Curry Butternut Squash Sheet Pan Soup (+ Any Vegetable Sheet Pan Soup)

- Veggie Filo Crinkle Cake

- Peanut Noodle Soup

- Fall Squash Galette/Butternut Squash & Caramelized Onion Galette

- Crispy Parmesan Carrots

- Garam Masala Roasted Carrots

- Zucchini Cornbread

- Homemade (sourdough?) pizza with roasted butternut or kabocha squash, goat cheese, figs, caramelized onions

- My dad’s red beans and rice :)

- Spicy Korean Fried Chicken

- Potato Tart with Zucchini & Feta

- Thai Red Curry Dumpling Soup

- Channa Masala

MY RECIPES:

SWEET POTATO PIE

MAKES: 1 x 8-9” pie

INGREDIENTS

1 ½ lbs sweet potatoes (2-3 potatoes) (3 cups flesh), whole, to be roasted

1 x 12 oz can evaporated milk

1 cup (200g) dark brown sugar

2 eggs

5 Tbsp (70g) butter, melted

1 Tbsp lemon zest (zest of 1 lemon)

1 tsp lemon juice

1 Tbsp cinnamon

½ tsp kosher salt

½ tsp ginger

¼ tsp nutmeg

a few cracks (⅛ tsp) freshly ground black pepper

+

1 disc (½ recipe) All-Butter Pie Crust*

*I’ve posted my pie crust recipe on tumblr before tagged “recipes”

DIRECTIONS

1. Roast sweet potatoes: Preheat oven to 400°. Line a baking sheet with foil. Wash and scrub whole sweet potatoes. Pierce potatoes all over 3-5x with paring knife. Roast 45 minutes until fork tender. Let cool, then collect 3 cups flesh.

2. Prepare crust: Roll out pie dough (12-14” diameter circle, ¼” thick). Press into tin and crimp edges. Chill shaped shell in fridge or freezer until ready to use.

3. Preheat oven to 350°.

4. Make filling: Put all ingredients in food processor. Pulse 3-4x until smooth. (You can also use a blender, or simply beat ingredients until fully combined.)

5. Pour filling into pie shell.

6. Bake 45-60 minutes until puffed and firmly set (toothpick clean) everywhere except the very center, which should retain a very slight jiggle (but not look liquid). The center will set as it cools. Start checking at 45 minutes and continue baking at 5 minute intervals until set. (If crust gets too brown, shield edges with foil.)

7. Let cool completely before serving, at least 1 hour.

NOTES

Roast the potatoes whole, in the skins, so the sugars & starches properly caramelize. Do not steam or boil potatoes, even whole. They will take on water and make the filling soggy.

You can roast the potatoes up to 1 week in advance. Collect flesh day of.

PECAN PIE

MAKES: 1 x 8-9” pie

INGREDIENTS

2 cups (250g) chopped pecans

1 cup (200g) dark brown sugar

1 cup light or dark corn syrup

¼ cup (56g) butter

4 eggs

1 Tbsp vanilla

1 tsp kosher salt

1 tsp cinnamon

+

1 disc (½ recipe) All-Butter Pie Crust

DIRECTIONS

1. Prepare shell: Roll out pie dough (12-14” diameter circle, ¼” thick), press into tin, crimp edges. Chill shaped shell in fridge or freezer until ready to use.

2. Preheat oven to 350°.

3. Cook sugar syrup: In a saucepan, bring sugar, corn syrup, and butter to boil over medium heat for 1-2 minutes, whisking constantly, to cook sugar. Take off heat. Let cool slightly, 3 minutes.

4. Temper eggs: In a bowl, beat eggs until lightened and frothy. Slowly, while whisking, pour ½ cup of warm syrup into eggs. Whisk to combine. Then, while whisking, slowly pour egg mixture back into the remaining syrup mixture. Whisk until smooth.

5. Whisk in vanilla, salt, and cinnamon.

6. Pour chopped pecans into bottom of pie shell. Pour filling over pecans.

7. Bake 45-60 minutes until fully set everywhere except the very center, which should retain a very slight jiggle. The center will set as it cools. Start checking at 45 minutes and continue baking at 5 minute intervals until set.

8. Let cool completely before serving, at least 1 hour.

NOTES

Many recipes do not require you to cook the sugar before baking the pie. However, pre-cooking the sugar (and tempering the eggs) ensures the ideal gooey, silky, perfectly smooth texture.

Toast pecans if desired: Arrange pecans in a single layer on a baking sheet and toast in preheated oven 5-8 minutes.

[mouwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)

(Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby)

Tim/Masky

Hear me out... corn maze

I believe that Tim enjoys a good puzzle every now and again

He loves trying to figure things out (specifically when there's nothing at risk)

Getting to show off his navigational skills is also a major plus

He just likes to impress you, even if it comes off as annoying sometimes

"See? What'd I tell you? The exit's right there."

Though he does like the satisfaction of completing the maze, what he really treasures is that time you spend together figuring it out

Once you finally find the exit, you'll celebrate with hot cocoa :D

Eyeless Jack

This man LOVES carving pumpkins

He goes all out; definitely one of those people who makes the crazy intricate designs that look like they take hours

He'll love it if you help him!

If you have a steady hand, he'll let you do the details

If you don't, he'll task you with gutting the pumpkin/handing him tools

You guys collaborate on multiple pumpkins throughout the month, setting them in random locations for everyone to see

If there's a design you want to do, just show it to him, there's no question he'll be down

If it's too simplistic, he'll try to add more details

"Ooh, Jack, look at this one. Can we try to re-create it?"

"Of course! Though I do have some ideas on how it can be improved..."

Jeff the Killer

Another pumpkin carving enjoyer

But for a different reason... a very different reason

He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins

He couldn't care less about making actual designs, he just wants to get messy stabbing the pumpkin and gouging out its insides

That being said, he'll 100% gut your pumpkin if you ask him (he'll probably end up doing it even if you don't ask)

It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work

He just gets this look in his eye...

"You, uh... you doing okay there, Jeff?"

"Hm? Yup! Never better!! Say, can you grab the big knife from the kitchen for me?"

Nina the Killer

You best bet she's the costume queen

Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes

She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection

High-quality props and articles only!! She'll even make them herself if she has to!

You can expect to spend at least an hour in front of the mirror while she does your makeup/adjusts your clothes

She's an SFX makeup legend, loves incorporating as much gore into your costume as possible

Don't ask why it's so realistic (it's not like she knows how the wound would look if it was real or anything)

"Wow, Nina... It's almost like I can feel it! It's so real!"

"No, no. If you were feeling it, you would be screaming pretty loud right now."

You can also expect to attend multiple parties where you show off your costumes

You guys dominate costume competitions

Jane the Killer

Horror movies!!

Specifically, making fun of them

You both pick apart the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the special effects, everything

No horror film is safe from your scrutiny

If you're the type to get scared during horror movies, her snide comments will help distract you

"Ooh, I can't look!"

"Oh, come on. Look—I bet they used corn syrup for that fake blood. It's way too thick."

When the movie ends, you're both feeling more amused than scared

She doesn't like to see horror films in theaters because she doesn't get to make commentary, plus she doesn't want to "waste" money on a "stupid tryhard-horror flick"

She'd much rather dig up some old indie DVD/VCR and have a home movie night with you

Ticci Toby

Halloween sweets are his bread and butter

Candy apples, fun-sized candy bars, candy corn, pumpkin bread...

He would perish if you made anything homemade for him

Spends the whole month gorging on sweets almost as fast as he can get his hands on them

He will not share with anyone but you

And even you only get a small portion of his goodies

Robs at least one child on Halloween night, mostly for the candy but also because he likes scaring little kids

"Where did you get all that candy?"

"Got it from a little birdy. By that I mean a kid in Falcon cosplay."

"Toby! ... save me the (favorite candy)."

Thank you for reading! Have a good day/night my spooky pookies <33

(divider by saradika)

[twiceastasty]

Frozen Strawberry Syrup

I’ve created a recipe that takes just one bag of fruit from the freezer and turns it into a jar of syrup for the fridge. Learn to make Frozen Strawberry Syrup.

The first year I canned fruit syrups, I gifted my sister a couple of jars. The next year, she asked for a full box of jars filled with the jewel-toned syrups. In her house, they get used more often than jams: drizzled on pancakes or waffles, stirred into yogurt, blended into smoothies, and more. I like making summertime fruit syrups because I can pair fruit and herbs in the same way I do for…

[peachsukii]

Cozy mornings with Izuku 🍵☀️ 『 i.midoriya x fem!reader 』 ♡ izuku midoriya masterlist ♡

『 Matcha & Waffles 』

A beautiful Sunday morning awaited you as the sunrise peaked through the curtains of Izuku’s apartment - the light refracting into beautiful rainbows on the wall of his bedroom.

Izuku wasn’t in bed when you stir awake, shifting in the cotton sheets as you stretch your limbs like a cat. The sudden aroma of sugar and fruit fills your senses and immediately coaxes you out of bed. You grab Izuku’s discarded All Might hoodie from the floor and throw it over your tank top and shorts as you meander down the hall and to the kitchen.

Izuku hears your soft footsteps and peaks into the hallway.

“Good morning, honey! Don’t you look cute,” he smiles, his signature big goofy grin plastered across his face. “Come sit, I made us breakfast.”

You oblige, wiping the sleep away from your eyes as you sit at the island attached to the kitchen.

“Smells delicious,” you say groggily, yawning into the sleeve of the hoodie.

Izuku opens the oven and reveals a large platter of waffles, at least a dozen stacked high. On the countertop was an assortment of cut up fruits and homemade whipped cream with a bottle of syrup. He saunters over with the first plate and puts it in the middle of the island. He looks so stinkin’ cute wearing his All Might apron and white headband that pushes back his hair.

“I just finished the last of the waffles a few minutes ago, the others have been warming in the oven for a bit. I used Kacchan’s recipe for the batter and whipped cream! His were always the best, so I hope you like them!”

He transfers the bowls to the island with the syrup bottle before stopping himself with a quiet ‘oh!’ and spinning on his feet back to the counter. He comes back with two yunomi cups, both steaming with a cloud of milk froth on top.

“I made us matcha lattes, too!” Izuku chirps, setting yours down in front of you. He scoots on to the stool next to you with his own cup.

You wait for him to set everything down before jumping to your feet, swinging your arms around him in a sleepy hug.

“What’s all this for, Zu?” You ask, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. He embraces you, kissing your forehead before letting you go.

“We both have the day off! I wanted to treat my darling to something special, that’s all.”

Your heart flutters, beaming at his generosity as you touch his cheek and stroke it lovingly with your thumb. “Silly, you’re my something special.”

A huff escapes him as he closes the gap between you two, placing a feathery kiss to your lips. You melt into his warmth, full of nothing but affection and adoration. The two of you part and turn back to the waffle buffet, ready to devour every single bite.

“What do you want first - strawberries, blueberries, bananas, or raspberries?” Izuku asks, preparing a plate for you.

“I’ll take whatever, load it all on!” You exclaim, excited to eat as much as you can.

He sets the plate down in front of you, two waffles with everything on them. “Dig in!”

And you do! One bite turns into two, then three…and soon enough, your plate is cleared before he’s even finished making his own.

“Damn, these are delicious! What the hell kind of recipe does Kat use? Seriously, these taste way better than any waffle I’ve had.”

Izuku laughs. “Maybe it’s separating the egg whites and yolks before hand? It was pretty easy, just a couple extra steps. You know how particular he is with his recipes. He walked me through it over the phone this morning.”

“Zu, it’s only 8:15. How early were you up?”

“…6:30ish? Kacchan is always up around 6 though so I didn’t wake him!” He waves his hands anxiously to defend the early morning phone call. You grab one of his hands, holding it briefly to get him to refocus on breakfast.

“You know Kat wouldn’t even bother to answer, let alone stay on the phone and walk you through the recipe, if he didn’t want to. He’s probably flattered you even asked, he’ll just never say it.”

He nods, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You reach over and grab another two waffles and pack on fruit and whipped cream, stuffing your face gracefully. Izuku watches you and smiles, satisfied that he was able to please you as he slowly chips away at his own plate.

He’s knocked out of his infatuated trance when you smear whipped cream on his nose and lips, cackling as you do. He laughs along with you, grabbing a dollop out of the bowl and smushing it against your cheek.

“Don’t get it on your hoodie, babe!” You joke, avoiding his playful poke at your lips.

The tone of the room shifts when his fingertip sits on your lip, a charm swirling between you two. Izuku stands to his feet, bending down to sensually lick the whipped cream from your cheek and down to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip with a soft smack. A blush blooms up your neck and settles on your ears, tinted pink as he looks at you with half-lidded emeralds.

You know what the look means.

“Wanna get back in bed for a bit?” You hum, licking the whipped cream off his nose in return. He doesn’t answer verbally, but snatches you off the stool and grabs under your thighs to yank you into him.

“I could use a nap after being up early,” he winks, dashing down the hallway to the bedroom with you in his arms.

You both forgot to drink your matcha lattes while they were hot.

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Bonus!

Later in the day, you text Katsuki to thank him for the waffle recipe.

[y/n] thx for the waffle recipe! they were bangin’ [kat] the fuck? weirdo [kat] ...you’re welcome

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ pancakes

a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: sweet boy makes you pancakes <3

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: female reader, pet names, it’s implied that armin & the reader slept together but there’s no actual smut

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: saturn writes fluff?! this was a quick little drabble before i went to bed because i’m really craving pancakes for some reason 😭. this is completely self indulgent and not proofread (which may explain why it makes no sense ☠️) maybe i’ll rewrite this when i’m in a more awake state of mind.

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armin chuckled as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. his pretty girl was fast asleep on their shared bed, a result of the fun they had previously had together. running his fingers up your arm, he couldn’t help but press another gentle kiss to your forehead.

it wasn’t long before he carefully rolled out of your bed. leaning down, he grabbed the boxers he was previously wearing, along with his grey sweatpants. sauntering towards the door, he cast one look at your sleeping figure before heading out the door.

a goofy smile was plastered on his face as he walked into the kitchen. he immediately started getting out measuring cups, bowls, and ingredients. he also turned on the griddle that was built into your stove.

it wasn’t long before the smell of pancakes was filling the house. armin always made the best pancakes. it was something you had complimented him on many times, even when you first started dating.

since you were always hungry after you woke up from sleeping together, armin thought he’d surprise you with your favorite thing. his pancakes.

he hummed softly as he scooped some of his homemade batter onto the griddle. he repeated this action a few more times before putting the measuring cup down. he continued to hum as he watched the delicious pancakes cook.

after a bit, he had a plate full of his homemade pancakes. making sure to turn the griddle off, he smiled down at the full plate of nearly perfect circular pancakes. “my angel is going to be so happy..” he murmured under his breath. quickly fixing you up a plate, he poured you something to drink before quietly carrying it to your room,

tiptoeing in, he set your little meal down on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. right as he went to wake you up, he realized that he forgot to bring you a fork. “i’ll be right back.” he murmured to your sleeping form before scurrying back out to the kitchen.

he quickly grabbed a fork and a napkin before heading over to your fridge. opening it, he grabbed out the syrup and whipped cream. satisfied, he headed back into your room and placed the rest of the things on the bedside table.

leaning over you, he immediately started peppering your face in kisses. “c’mon angel, wake up.” he giggled as he continued to kiss you. it wasn’t long before you let out a groggy groan, your eyes slowly starting to open. “m-min?” you murmured drowsily.

he chuckled as you slowly came to. “there’s my sleepy girl..” he cooed. sitting down next to you, he gently took your hand. “how’re you feeling?” you closed your eyes again and smiled. “tired. and hungry..” the smell of pancakes filled your nose almost immediately after you spoke.

peeking an eye open, you looked at him. “is that-?” he nodded and smiled. “yes, my love, i made you pancakes.” that seemed to catch your attention quite quickly. slowly starting to sit up, he chuckled.

“you always wake up for pancakes..”

[the-raindeer-king]

Hii and can you please write how nikto would be with a S/o who is sick? It’s completely okay if not ! Have a lovely day :)

Oh my gosh!! I would love to! Sorry you had to wait until I got off of work, but I was thinking about this all day!! No content warnings. Reader is gn. Enjoy!!

Okay, so here's the thing with Nikto. I feel like he's cold and distant with most people. So if he's deemed you "not important", then he'd probably just tell you to get over it and stop being a crybaby.

HOWEVER! Lucky, lucky you have been deemed "most important" by Nikto's tumultuous mind, so this is not how he's going treat you. No, my sweet wonderful reader. This man is going to pamper you. He's going to be at the bedside, medicine ready. (if you're like me and hate the taste of cough syrup, he's got a glass of juice to help you swallow it down.)

You're his darling, and Nikto is going to make sure you stay in bed and rest. He's going to bring you soup. The first day of soup is premade, but the rest of the time that you're sick? Oh, he's made a huge batch of homemade soup, just for you. And it's delicious. He even went out of his way to get fresh made bread from a bakery, so you've got the best meal. Nothing is too much for Nikto.

He'll bring you clean clothes, if you need to change out of your current pair. He'll bring you warm blankets, or a cold compress. Hell, he'll let you snuggle with Sputnik all day, if that's what you want.

The only thing he won't let you do is snuggle with him. As much as it pains him, Nikto can't risk getting himself sick. (He's one of the guys that refuses to admit when they're sick, and it's like pulling teeth to get him to rest. So, just let him have this.)

But he'll spend time in the room with you. While you're in bed, sleeping or watching a movie, he's sitting by the window, cleaning his knives or knitting a scarf. But don't think he's not paying attention to you. Nikto's aware of every sniffle and cough, every quiet sound you make. He wants you to get better, to feel better. Because the sooner you feel better, the sooner he can kick Sputnik out of bed and cuddle you instead.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Body Swap AU)

*Adam woke up and stretched not paying attention to the setting around him or else he would realize that he wasn’t in his room in Heaven, it was when he scratched between his legs that he realized that something was wrong*

Adam internally: Where the fuck are my dick and balls?

*Adam started to freak out when he felt that he now had really long blonde hair, he ran to the mirror and saw Lilith staring right back at him, he was dressed in this really cute slip like nightgown in a deep purple color, to tell the truth, Adam would have liked wearing something like this, but he was afraid of what his body would look like in it*

Adam internally: If I am in Lilith’s body and in her bed that means-

*Adam blushed at the thought and he ran over to the bed to see Lucifer sleeping in the bed in duck themed pajamas and bed head, Adam felt his cheeks grow warm seeing his first love sleeping in the same bed as his*

Adam internally: He is so cute.

*Adam leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips letting himself imagine that Lucifer chose him instead of Lilith, Lucifer woke up and smiled which warmed Adam’s heart until he realized that Lucifer was smiling at Lilith not him*

Lucifer: Good morning, would you like pancakes for breakfast.

Adam: I would fucking love pancakes.

*it was Lilith’s voice that came from Adam and it must have been odd for Lucifer to hear Lilith say fucking and Lucifer gave Adam a confused look*

Adam: I mean yes, I would love pancakes.

Lucifer: Good.

*Lucifer hopped out of bed with Adam slid on the silky robe over the body he had now, he followed Lucifer to the kitchen watching Lucifer make him make homemade pancakes shaped like rubber ducks*

Adam internally: If I am in Lilith’s body does that mean that Lilith is in my body?

If that was true then she would be waking up soon in his body in the house he shared with Sera and Emily. Oh god help them.

Adam looked at the pancakes that were placed in front of him. They were so cute, even had blueberries for eyes.

He poured some syrup on them and took a bite. They were delicious.

Adam: These are delicious.

Lucifer smiled: Thank you, they're even your favorite, blueberry.

Adams favorite was chocolate chip, ever since he got to taste chocolate in heaven it's been his favorite.

Adam: Yes, thank you.

Lucifer: Did you sleep alright?

Adam: Yeah why do you ask?

Lucifer: You just seem a little off.

Lilith wouldn't shovel pancakes in her face, she would eat them like a fucking lady and be full after two bites.

Maybe he could make her body fat as revenge?

Adam: Oh don't be silly, I'm just..... Really hungry and you make the best.