#but i don't really like crust that crunchy so i didn't do it

[fiftysevenacademics]

Showing off another beautiful loaf of bread.

[ootori-sibs]

The Candor of Youth

Part 7

tw: inappropriate teen crush, implied diets, more pain, discussions of cheating

Lunch was, just as Yuzuru had promised; French cuisine. French onion soup, do be specific. Now Yoshio had never really been a foodie, but he did enjoy soup. It was the kind of food you could eat no matter how you felt; whether nauseous from stress or with a sore throat from crying- soup was a good option for food. 

The soup was delicious, and served with warm bread rolls with crunchy, solid crusts and the fluffiest whitest bread that could ever exist. Yoshio's father didn't let them eat white bread- he said it was bad for you. Yoshio was pretty sure he was just allergic to joy, yeah, that would make more sense. How could something so pure be bad for him?

"Enjoying that, Ootori?" He could feel Yuzuru's eyes on him, watching his every move. Yoshio wiped some of the soup from the corner of his mouth, going a light red from the humiliation. 

"I..." he realised he'd abandoned his table manners the moment they'd sat down. It was rare he had a meal without someone he needed to impress....he supposed he didn't consider Yuzuru that much of a threat then. "I apologise, I don't know what came over me."

"It's fine," Yuzuru chuckled, "it was funny, at least. Besides! It's your birthday! You deserve to cut loose a little!" He took a paper towel and gently folded it, leaning over the table and using it to wipe more soup from Yoshio's chin- he must have missed a spot. "You missed a spot," Yuzuru confirmed, smiling softly; the same smile from before. That same smile with something interesting behind his eyes, something Yoshio couldn't quite place. 

"Hm, thank you then." Yoshio glanced away, feeling that the conversation had quickly grown tense. He gently sipped at another spoonful of soup, enjoying the taste. "It is good soup, I must admit."

Yuzuru nodded, "yeah, it's good, isn't it?" There was another pause, something hanging in the air that Yoshio wasn't sure who to blame for. "So...how's your mother?"

Everyone seemed to default to asking him about his mother- he supposed because no one wanted to remind him of his father. Yoshio just sighed softly, swallowing a mouthful of bread and soup. "She's...fine. As fine as she can be considering the situation."

"Ah...right." Yoshio was definitely to blame for the awkward silence that followed, with neither boy wanting to speak. The silence was eventually broken by Yuzuru, who put down his spoon to speak. "What exactly...happened?"

Freezing for a moment, so many different thoughts swam through Yoshio's head. All he could muster in response to the question, however, was a burdened sigh.

"Oh..." Yuzuru responded, nodding and picking the spoon back up, "you're right, I overstepped." Another pause, as Yoshio struggled to process that Yuzuru wasn't going to continue pressing him. Then Yuzuru spoke again; "do you like lemons? I asked the chef to make us lemon meringue pie for dessert. Hope that's alright."

"I don't believe I've tried that yet, it sounds lovely."

After they finished their soup, Yoshio sighed, happy with his lunch. Yuzuru, however, seemed to be even more excited than before. "Hey Ootori?"

"Hm? What is it now, Souh?"

That grin was...it was like someone had bleached the sun. Yoshio would find it annoying if he wasn't dedicated to only thinking happy thoughts today. "Do you remember how I mentioned I had a gift for yoouuuu?" He spoke in a sing-song tone of voice, leaning over the table, physically putting himself above Yoshio. Yoshio hated when people did that, but he was supposed to be happy today, happy thoughts only, he had to remind himself...

"Is that so?" 

Yoshio hadn't actually processed what Yuzuru had said, not until there was a small, badly wrapped box in front of him, did Yoshio realise what was happening. 

Yuzuru had gotten him a birthday present. 

"Wh... What is this..?" Was the only words Yoshio could muster, as he tried to battle the flood of emotions he was now feeling. 

"Open it and find out!" Yuzuru giggled, far too excited for a gift that wasn't for him. 

Yoshio did as he was told, carefully removing the paper, trying not to tear it. He wasn't sure why, he knew it was there to be torn, but he was treating it as if it was holy. As if the entire box was sacred. 

Inside the paper was a blue, leather box with the golden insignia of a well known watch brand. Yoshio barely even paid it any mind as he ran his thumb along the texture of the leather box, enjoying the way it felt in his hands. Then he took a breath, and opened the box...

Inside was the most beautiful watch Yoshio had ever seen- no, that was a lie. It wasn't even the most expensive watch that brand carried. As far as Yoshio was concerned, though, it was the most precious thing he'd ever seen. It was a 44Grand Seiko, with a beautiful black leather strap that had gold thread- or at least what appeared to be gold. He knew it wasn't a new model and it wasn't one of the model's that were hard to find. Of course it wasn't; they might be rich but they're still high schoolers. Yoshio knew that it wasn't a hard gift for someone like Yuzuru to get his hands on but...

Yoshio had never gotten a gift from someone who was neither family nor Kokomi before... this was an entirely new feeling for Yoshio and he found himself staring down at the watch as he took it out of the box, holding it as if it was the most sacred object in the world. 

Oh god, was he tearing up? 

He tried to keep the tears from falling as he glanced up at Yuzuru, hearing the man speak. "Do you want me to put it on you?" 

Yoshio didn't get a chance to respond as Yuzuru was instantly at his side, taking the watch from him gently and taking Yoshio's wrist. Yuzuru was very careful when putting the watch on Yoshio, eyes focusing on the buckle. 

"You have such small wrists..." 

How was he supposed to respond to that? Was Yuzuru even aware he'd said it? He was probably just thinking out loud... 

"There." Yuzuru smiled up at him, patting the buckle gently, "all secure." He stood up, brushing himself off, "do you like it? I've never seen you wear a watch, but you seem like the kind of guy who values his time."

One stray tear spilled down Yoshio's cheek at that, and he quickly turned around, dabbing at his eyes with a paper towel. "I..." He turns back to face Yuzuru, now with a neutral expression, "it's very nice, thank you Souh. I appreciate the gift." 

Yuzuru just beamed at him for that, sitting back down just as the maids brought them a slice of lemon meringue pie each. "I knew you would!" He chuckles, "I tried asking Igerashi what she was getting you so we wouldn't get the same thing, but she refused to tell me. So I just hope she hasn't also got you a watch." 

"You've been talking to Kokomi..?"

"Was that the only part you heard?" Yuzuru laughed, leaning back in his chair, "come on man, relax. I'm not gonna steal your girl. She's hot but like...not really my type. You know?"

Yoshio paused for a moment, taking a spoonful of his dessert and enjoying it, before nodding, that made sense. "Hm, alright. You don't think any of the girls in our class are... well you know." 

"...know what?"

"You know..."

"No, Ootori, I don't. Do I know if any of the girls in our class are..."

Yoshio sighed, leaning in and whispering, hand up so the maids couldn't see him swear. "Queer..."

"Oh!" Yuzuru went bright red at that, "oh wow! You think some chick is gonna try and steal Kokomi from you?" 

"Shh!" Yoshio hissed, glancing around, "not so loud! Someone might hear..."

"Oh! Right, yeah..." Yuzuru nods, then whispers, clearly curious, "what brought this on?"

"Kokomi had a sleepover with a female classmate yesterday..."

"Oh...you're a really jealous guy, aren't you?"

"Huh?" Yoshio let slip, blinking at Yuzuru in shock. Him? Jealous?

Yuzuru just nodded, "yeah, like...chill out dude. You're literally engaged to her, she's not just gonna up and leave you."

"...You don't know that."

"No, I do know that, actually." You know nearly every guy in class envies you, right? She's literally the hottest girl in school. 

"Exactly."

Yuzuru sighed, shaking his head, "no but there's the think, yeah she's hot, but she's also head over heels for you! You know she threatened to dangle me out of a window if I didn't apologise to you, right? No one who's that crazy about a guy would just ditch him."

Pausing for a moment, Yoshio considered the boy's words. Yuzuru might be right... just look at everything Kokomi was doing for him... she wouldn't just leave him. She's put in all this work! He nods thoughtfully, eating some of his dessert- it was delicious.

"You know... you're probably right. Maybe I've been a bit...dramatic. Although I recently found out that my brother has been flirting with my brothers' fiancees, so..."

"Oh my god, really?" Yuzuru leaned in again, interested, "which brother?"

"Yuuma."

"Oh damn! The eldest! Wait...whose fiance did you catch him flirting with?"

Yoshio sighed softly, "he was flirting with Fumihito's fiance."

There was silence then, as Yuzuru tried to process that, wide eyed and pale. "But! But that's one of the brothers that went missing! and he's flirting with his missing brother's fiancee? Shame on him!"

Nodding at that, Yoshio had to admit that it felt good to talk to someone like this. He was actually... oh ew. 

He was actually beginning to enjoy Yuzuru's company. 

"Do you want to go see my father in his office?"

Yoshio's eyes went wide, it was his turn to be shocked. He'd met Mr Souh in passing but had never actually spoken more than a word to the man. Not to mention what Mrs Souh had said...

"Are we allowed? Your mother told me not to disturb him..."

"Oh to hell with that!" Yuzuru chuckled, "mother just didn't want you to be loud when we were outside. It's fine. Come on!" 

With that, Yuzuru grabbed his wrist, dragging him to his feet. Luckily, he quickly let go and allowed Yoshio to follow at his own pace. Yoshio's head was swarming with thoughts; did he look good? Would Mr Souh like him? What if he was too annoying? He didn't want to be too annoying? Did he smell? Was he paying attention to his surroundings? How did his limp look? He was stressing out quite a lot over actually meeting such a powerful man. 

Yuzuru, meanwhile, clearly didn't have a care in the world, he just seemed excited. It baffled Yoshio- what kind of madman would be excited to speak to their own father? He wasn't sure why Yuzuru wasn't just as nervous as he was. 

When Yuzuru knocked on the door, Yoshio felt his blood run cold. He supposed that if everything went to plan, he'd have to do business with this man, but still...Yoshio was nervous. He wanted to make a good impression. 

"Come in."

The voice came from behind the door and Yoshio could feel his hands shaking as Yuzuru opened the door and skipped through. He followed behind, trying not to look like he was absolutely terrified. 

"Hey father!"

What followed was nothing that Yoshio could ever have expected. The man, Mr Souh, actually smiled at the sight of Yuzuru, chuckling and reaching over to ruffle his hair. "Yuzuru! My boy! How are you today?"

"I'm good!" Yuzuru beamed, seemingly unaware of how insane and alien this all was. "Me and Ootori were hanging out and we decided to come say hi!" 

Yoshio froze as he heard Yuzuru claim it was a joint decision- was he trying to get Yoshio in trouble? He could feel his heart jump into his throat as Mr Souh glanced towards him, looking Yoshio up and down. 

Mr Souh looked a lot like his son; shiny brown hair, shimmering but intelligent eyes, shoulders that were broader than you'd expect, a jaw line you could cut marble on and... oh Mr Souh smiled at him. 

With a smile that Yoshio was sure could melt chocolate, Mr Souh spoke softly, "oh, you're Yoshio, aren't you? The fourth eldest, right?" His voice was smooth, kind of deep but not at all the kind of cold and commanding voice Yoshio had expected to hear. His breath hitched even more when he realised Mr Souh knew who he was. 

He nodded shakily, bowing his head and uttering a small; "yes sir... I am...."

"Well it's nice to meet you," Mr Souh smiled, watching him with intrest- there was pity in those eyes but... Yoshio couldn't bring himself to mind it much. "So, what brings you here?" 

"I... I uh..." Yoshio started, unsure how to explain an idea that wasn't his. 

"It's his birthday!" Yuzuru interrupted him, "so I invited him over for lunch and some games of chess!"

"Oh, well that's kind of you, Yuzuru, well done." Mr Souh gave Yuzuru a gentle pat on the arm and Yoshio didn't understand why the sight made his eyes burn. Mr Souh then glanced at Yoshio again, and sighed softly. "How old are you, Yoshio?"

"Six...sixteen sir..."

He chuckled softly, and nodded, "alright, well happy birthday. You play chess, do you? Do you play well?" 

"I...like to think so, sir."

More chuckling, Yoshio was beginning to see where Yuzuru got his attitude from. "How about a quick game then? Before I need to get back to my paperwork?"

Yoshio was breathless, this powerful, incredible businessman, was willing to take time out of his day... for Yoshio? It didn't make any sense whatsoever. 

"He'd love to!" Yuzuru answered for him, pushing Yoshio towards a chess table by the window of Mr Souh's office. "He's so good at it!" 

"Well then," Mr Souh responded, standing up and... woah he's tall. Mr Souh sat down at the chess table, still smiling at Yuzuru, "let's put him to the test, shall we?" 

Mr Souh let Yoshio play white- just like Yuzuru had. By now, Yoshio had gotten the hang of playing white, so was fairly confident in his strategy. What made him nervous was the fact he was going up against an incredibly smart businessman, one who Yoshio knew could give his own father a run for his money in the brains department. So Yoshio, so knew he was slower than he should be, at least with what his father had told him... well he didn't really think he could win.

But he was going to try and at least impress Mr Souh.

[thuongne]

Authentic Food

So I’ve read this article a few days ago called “Dubious Gastronomy: The Cultural Politics of Eating Asian in the USA” by Ji-Song-Ku, which I found to be really interesting. The article talked about the modified Asian food in the USA and food authenticity in general that touched upon areas that I never thought about.

California Roll is, in fact, not an ‘authentic’ Japanese roll, which can be argued as one of the best Japanese rolls outside of Japan. The Americans prefer cooked food and so California Roll was good due to the absence of raw fish. Spam is another example of not authentic food. Countries from part of Asia and the Pacific used spam in many of their dishes like Japan and Korea. Despite their immense popularity, Spam originally came from the USA and it is the county with the largest bulk consumer.

Both the California roll and take-out Chinese food are considered American inventions that would not be recognized in the country of their supposed origins. When I read this, I immediately thought of Panda Express. I do agree that I don't consider take-out Chinese food to be authentic Chinese cuisine.

I ask myself, how do you define authentic food? Taking a cuisine from my culture as an example, Vietnamese people are fond of street food and small-size shops that are specialized in certain types of food. Small-size shops can be hawkers that traveled on their motorcycles with a small kitchen tied to the back of their bikes which they used to prepare our food. You can tell that these people had been doing this for years by the way they are adept with their utensils to prepare our food. I am sure that Banh Mi is one of the dishes that are most popular in the country and even outside of Vietnam.

If you did not know, Banh Mi is a thin, crunchy crust that contains either chicken or pork; sometimes they even have meatballs.  It is also accommodated with a spread of homemade pate, generous amounts of radish and carrot, slices of cucumber, some mayonnaise, and finally the Maggi sauce. The main highlight of the dish is when people have their first bite of the bread and taste all the sour, savory, aromatic, sweet, and spicy flavors all at once.

However, most didn't know that Banh Mi origins and its intricate foundation are from the French. When the French established colonization in Vietnam in 1897, they brought along their food. Among them, Banh Mi is a baguette that became increasingly popular among the people, since it is easy to make and it does not cost much money, a stable food source for the poor. It is originally just a long thin bread. People used to call this western’s bread instead of Banh Mi. 

I've stayed in the US long enough to taste the Banh Mi that is made outside of my country.

In Ji-Song Ku’s words in Dubious Gastronomy: The Cultural Politics of Eating Asian in the USA on the ideas of globalization food: “either it is authentic, meaning as the “true natives” know it, and therefore delicious, or it is apocryphal, meaning altered by alien forces, most notably via “Americanization”. Looking from a marketing perspective, it makes sense that they change the taste to fit with the locals: if the locals like it, it is likely that they will have a good business. Many businesses have done this. For example, I know for a fact that many foreigners cannot eat Vietnamese “fish sauce”, therefore to serve it in a different culture, the chef puts a lot of water with the fish sauce to neutralize the taste. And it was done exactly the same with Banh Mi. And it is not necessarily a bad thing. I like the Banh Mi that I have in the US, although it did not taste like the one that I used to.

From what I understand from Ku's words: “If it can be said that the health and vitality of a cultural practice are directly connected to innovation, adaptation, and progress, then the changes to food culture taking place in, say, Flushing, Queens, are just as significant as those taking place anywhere in Asia proper.” Maybe the idea of authentic foods is all adopted from different cultures. Just as how Banh Mi is originally from France or the Chinese invented Italian spaghetti. These foods that we call “authentic foods” initially stem from different cultures and eventually evolve into the food that we call authentic today. Ku also suggested: “What is true for language is apparently often true for food. Just as London is no longer—if it ever was, to begin with—the linguistic center of the English language, Asia is not the standard bearer of all ‘Asianness,’ least of all of the food.” In other words, the idea of a food's authenticity is not just based on the people who are native to the food but authenticity is also constantly changing. People’s tastes shift all the time. The Banh Mi that I know today might not be the Banh Mi that was known to the people 100 years ago. The Banh Mi that I experienced in the US is a cultural shift. And who knows, maybe in a hundred years, Banh Mi might become the “authentic” Vietnamese Banh Mi. 

In each region, any dish from any land has its own characteristics, the taste depends on the taste of the local people as well as the fresh ingredients available. I believe that the measure to evaluate a good or bad dish is not only how attractive it is to the locals, but also to the taste of the diners coming from elsewhere.

Banh Mi has nothing unique or delicate in ingredients and processing. It is just a mixture of a variety of ingredients that makes them special. Even today, as I’ve grown up, busy with work, and unable to cook with my mom anymore, I often choose bread from my menu from time to time. Or even when I have nothing to do, I still crave the smell of bread. Perhaps why people wanted authentic food because of its value, and what makes them valuable in the hearts of the people are the memories. I grew up eating every day with Vietnamese cuisines and I became familiar with them. This is what I think when people said they want to eat their own cuisine. It is authentic because it is made in the way they know and are familiar with. This applies to people who want to taste the food of other cultures in an authentic way too. For people that never traveled, the Italian kitchen next door could be their “authentic” Italian cuisine. At the end of the day, “authenticity” is what you are familiar with.

[goldsrc-hl1]

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Miles Luna dick sucker trying to gaslight people the White Fang was not based off the Civil rights movement."

First off, I don't like Miles Luna. Dude is a scumbag. Literally tweeted the N word. Not a good person. I like the show, not the people behind the show.

And if you'd actually listen to what I say, you'd know that when I say the White Fang isn't based off the Civil Rights movement, you'd know I'm referring to Adam's White Fang exclusively. Which is definitely not based off the Civil Rights movement. The concept of inequality and fighting in the name of it is absolutely inspired by the American Civil Rights movement, 100%, but Adam Taurus? Nah, he's completely separate. No civil rights movement has had the goal of revenge and supremacy in the United States, at least to my knowledge.

"I don't know if you've been living under a rock for the past few months, but I recall you have a Twitter and are part of the Rwby fandom there. I can guarantee you have taken notice of every rwby post since May of 2023 having #greenlightvolume10 in a sad attempt to get the tag trending so big daddy Warner Bros would hopefully notice. You and the rest of the stans can do all the Olympic style gymnastics you want trying to convince yourselves and everyone else that RT and your faves in the upper crust of crwby are separate, but it will never be true."

Not anymore, I don't. I didn't know how terrible CRWBY was until only a few months ago. They suck. I don't like them. At least, I don't like most of them. There's a few there that I've yet to hear bad stuff about.

I like the show they make though. Nothing wrong with supporting a show you like.

"Your best buddy Miles Luna may not work under RT as an employee anymore, but Kerry Shawcross sure as hell does. Does that mean he has to go? Im gonna bet you'd say no because"hes one of the good ones" as if you know him personally enough to vouch for him (which you don't)."

Nah, apparently he sucks from what I've heard. Unfortunately he's been there since day one, so removing him would definitely be felt. Ideally, he changes himself up and becomes a better person.

If that doesn't happen, fire his ass.

"Putting #greenlightvolume10 in every tweet tangentially related to rwby won't magically make RT disappear from the production. If you want volume 10 to happen, it has to happen through them unless someone buys the Rwby IP. But fat chance of that happening. There's no way RT would want to let go of their precious cash cow, even if it's drying up. And no, Crunchy Roll didn't buy rwby, they bought the rights to stream vol 9."

Yes, I am aware. Did you know that by buying literally anything, chances are you're supporting a corporation that violates human rights daily? Cause you probably are. It's unironically unavoidable.

If RWBY was bought by a different company that'd be fuckin awesome, but I know it won't happen. I really wish it would, but it won't.

I do not support RT or like the people who write RWBY. I like RWBY. That's the difference.

"By tweeting #greenlightvol10, you're showing you want more rwby content no matter what. Even if it means it's at the expense of a new team of freelance animators fresh from college that will be exploited. But you don't care because you won't have to see them. They're not the celebrities you simp for."

They're gonna get exploited no matter what. That's how this country works. No company is gonna look at freelance animators and not exploit them.

Only way to not contribute to the exploitation of workers in 99% of cases is straight up to just not buy anything.

Once again, I don't support Rooster Teeth or CRWBY. I don't like any of them. I do like RWBY, as well as other products Rooster Teeth makes such as Red vs. Blue.

[selfpositiveundertale]

TLDR: Yes to brag but my pecan pie is the best I've had. Recipe below.

Allergy info: Contains nuts, eggs, wheat/gluten, dairy.

Who here likes pecan pie? Here's my recipe I've been improving over the years! No corn syrup required! (the original recipe called for light corn syrup but one day I was making it and realized I didn't have any so I looked up a substitute and found out I can just make syrup with sugar and water and I haven't looked back.) I'll also include the crust recipe I use and bonus instructions for cookies you can make with the leftover pastry!

My husband has always loved pecan pie, and he'll eat any pie you put in front of him, even store bought, but he agrees my pecan pie is the best. We were both really pleased when I swapped out the white sugar for brown, as it got rid of the eggy taste it had before. He is also obsessed with the pie crust cookies and once asked me to make pie crust JUST to make a ton of those cookies with no pie involved at all lol. The cookies are light and crunchy and sometimes puff up. If you don't want to make them sweet and would rather make them savory, I'm sure you could brush them with olive oil instead of butter and add a little sprinkle of Italian seasoning, maybe a little grated parmesan and garlic powder. Make some nice savory crackers to have with soup or something.

Pecan pie

9 inch pie crust (instructions further down in the post)

3 eggs

1/4 tsp salt

1/3 cup butter, melted (5 tbsp + 1 tsp if you don't know how much a third is in relation to a stick of butter or if you're using a log of rolled butter or something)

2/3 cup brown sugar (pack it good in the measuring cup)

1 cup sugar syrup (I have not tried this yet with brown sugar but I'm sure it would be lovely. I typically use white or organic sugar for this, but the organic sugar will give the pie a matte look instead of shiny. I think this would also be amazing with maple syrup but I haven't tried that yet either.)

1 cup chopped pecans

Preheat oven to 375 F.

Make the sugar syrup by mixing 1/4 cup water with 1 cup sugar in a small pot. Bring to a boil and boil it until it's transparent and you can no longer see grains of sugar in it. Don't worry about a candy thermometer or anything like that, you can do this by sight.

Remove from heat, scrape into a bowl, and put in the fridge to cool. You don't want to put it in the pie while it's boiling hot or it could cook the eggs.

Beat the eggs in a large bowl. I prefer to use a hand mixer for this but if you don't have one you can use a fork or whisk. Just make sure you beat them thoroughly. Once I didn't beat them properly and there were pieces of solid egg white throughout the pie and it was awful.

Add the salt, melted butter, and brown sugar. Add the syrup once it's cool enough to touch without burning yourself. Beat everything together.

Stir in the pecans.

Pour into your pie crust and bake for 40-50 minutes.

Cool before eating.

Crust

1 1/4 cup flour

1/4 tsp salt

1/3 cup shortening (I use butter flavored Crisco that you can buy in sticks, makes it easier. Honestly it might be better with actual butter but I haven't tried that yet.)

Cold water

9 inch pie pan (I can only usually find like 8 3/4 inch pans but that's okay)

Sift the dry ingredients.

Add the shortening and cut it into the flour using a fork or pastry blender until it resembles coarse meal.

Add cold water 1 tbsp at a time, tossing with a fork until you get a ball of dough.

Roll the dough outbuntil it's big enough for your pie pan. I like to roll it on a piece of parchment paper. Makes it easier to lift and put in the pan. It should extend beyond the edges of the widest part of the pan by a couple of inches. If you're using parchment, put the pan upside down in the middle of the pastry, then flip the whole thing over. Peel off the parchment and you'll have your crust in the pan easy peasy.

Press into the pan, trim the overhanging edges, and use a fork to press down the crust around the rim.

If you're making a double crust pie like apple or something similar, use 2 1/4 cup flour, 1/2 tsp salt, and 2/3 cup shortening. Cut the dough in half and roll out one half at a time.

Make cookies with leftover pie crust!

Leftover pie pastry (however much you're left with after making your pie)

Butter (a tbsp or 2 will suffice)

Sugar

Cinnamon or other spices if desired

Roll out the dough very thin and cut out circles using a glass or cookie cutter.

Brush with melted butter and sprinkle with sugar and spices.

Bake at 350 F for 15-20 minutes.

Enjoy your pie and cookies!

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

"Where are we going Piglet?" asked Pooh.

"We need to get supplies," said Piglet. "For the Coronavirus"

"Ahh," said Pooh, nodding in understanding. "Things like bread, milk, cough mixture, tissues and cat litter even though we don't have a cat?"

Piglet did a little laugh, and a sort of leap and bit of a cough. "No," said Piglet. "No, those aren't the sort of supplies we need at all! What we need are family sized bags of chocolate buttons, massive toblerone, jelly babies and crunchies and a freezer full of stuffed crust pizzas, and all of the Prosecco that we can possibly carry, so that when we get quarantined we won't mind it even slightly. THOSE are supplies."

All of a sudden, Pooh thought that the idea of coronavirus didn't seem quite so bad, and actually, getting quarantined with Piglet and their supplies really didn't sound such a terrible thing after all. "Oh Piglet," said Pooh. "I really do think you are a very wise animal."

- Karen Joy Grey