#buttery bar cookie

[lee-pace-everyday]

Dessert Bars Recipe Buttery bar cookie with a sweet layer of raspberry jam in the middle. Simple to make but they look like you bought them. 4 egg yolks, 4 cups all-purpose flour, 2 cups butter softened, 1.5 cups raspberry jam, 2 cups white sugar

[jadeshifting]

— PLACES TO SCRIPT (HOGSMEADE)

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🪼 — THE HOGSMEADE TROLLEY glides through the village on invisible tracks, its smooth wooden exterior adorned with shimmering silver and gold filigree and glowing lanterns that cast a warm, inviting light. Enchanted to give off the sounds of lightly ringing bells, you can hear it coming from a block away, and it carries passengers from one end of town to the other without needing a driver Inside. Riders can sit in cushioned seats to enjoy their journey, or more haphazardly stand or hang off the side while holding onto the bar

🪼 — THE SORCERER’S SCONE is a charming bakery tucked away in a cobblestone corner of Hogsmeade, where the sweet scent of fresh pastries and the soft glow of fairy lights lure passersby inside. The shelves are always stocked with warm, buttery croissants, cakes that shimmer with enchantments, and delicate sugar cookies shaped like miniature broomsticks

🪼 — VELVET & LACE is Hogsmeade’s premier formal wear boutique, offering a dazzling collection of enchanted gowns, tailored robes, and wizarding suits. Each garment is crafted to ensure a perfect fit, making it the most-wanted destination before any dance or event. The shop’s opulent interior, adorned with floating mirrors and soft candlelight, makes every visit feel like a step into a royal castle

🪼 — FLOREAN’S FROSTED FLAVORS is a cozy ice cream parlor known for its enchanted scoops that sparkle, swirl, and sometimes change colors. With a constantly changing menu of magical flavors like Butterbeer Swirl and Fizzing Chocolate Chip, it’s a favorite spot for students and locals alike. The atmosphere is warm and filled with the soft hum of chatter and the occasional laughter from the enchanted toppings misbehaving

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🪼 — THE ENCHANTED EASEL is a whimsical arts and crafts shop where paints shimmer with magical hues and quills sketch on their own. Shelves overflow with supplies from self-weaving yarn to enchanted parchment that animates drawings. It’s a hot spot for creative witches and wizards seeking the right materials for all their different hobbies

🪼 — MAGIC MIRROR is a luxurious shop nestled in Hogsmeade, offering a wide range of magical makeup, hair products, and skincare potions. With shimmering shelves stocked with enchanted creams and shimmering powders, customers can indulge in the finest products, crafted to bring out their inner radiance with a little magical help

🪼 — THE QUAFFLE CLOSET is a cozy, no-frills shop tucked away on a side street in Hogsmeade, offering an eclectic collection of secondhand robes, dresses, and accessories at remarkably low prices. The shelves are stacked with vibrant, well-loved garments from past seasons, with charms used to make them look refreshed. Though humble, it’s a favorite spot for students looking to snag a deal or find something truly unique

🪼 — PRIMWICK’S PIES is a cozy, magical pizzeria in Hogsmeade, where wood-fired pizzas are crafted with enchanted ingredients and topped with a multitude of flavors. The rustic interior is warm and inviting, with bubbling cauldrons of sauce and enchanted ovens that hum with a gentle, glowing heat

🪼 — THE BLOOMING BOUGH is a charming florist shop where blooms thrive in year round, regardless of the season. Enchanted roses change color with your mood, and whispering vines curl gently around curious hands. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the skill of the florists make it a favorite stop for romantic gestures and seasonal celebrations

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🪼 — SHEAR DELIGHT is a cozy, inviting hair salon and barbershop in Hogsmeade where both wizards and witches come for trims and new styles. The atmosphere is lively and friendly, endless amounts of gossip is spilled between stylist and client, and customers leave looking their best

🪼 — OPAL & ONYX is a charming jeweler’s shop in Hogsmeade, its windows sparkling with an array of enchanted rings, necklaces, and bracelets that catch the light in mesmerizing ways. Each piece is crafted by hand, many are imbued with protective charms. Whether seeking a gift or a personal keepsake, the shop offers something for every occasion

🪼 — MOONLIT MYSTIC is nestled between two towering oak trees at the outskirts of town, draped in rich velvet curtains and flickering candlelight. Inside, an ornate crystal ball rests on a velvet cushion, surrounded by ancient tarot decks and incense smoke that dances in the air. You can pay to have your fortune told here, though it’s still unconfirmed whether the elderly witch is a talented divinator, or a scammer

🪼 — THE SALTY TIDE is a cozy seafood restaurant in Hogsmeade, where the air is thick with the scent of freshly caught fish and magically created ocean breezes whistle through the windows. Its rustic wooden tables and softly glowing lanterns illuminate the walls, which are lined with aquariums filled with shimmering fish. The menu features a variety of magical and muggle-inspired seafood dishes

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[novamariestark]

First Times - Alden Parker

Summary: You accidentally reveal your "first time" and your first time with Alden is 10x better.

Warnings: NSFW (you have been warned), SMUT, piv (unprotected), oral (f), sexual fantasies?, dirty thoughts, lmk if I missed anything.

Word count: 2511

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x Reader

You elevator dinged a fraction of a second before the doors chugged open. You stepped into the familiar small space, and as if on auto pilot, you pressed the button, the ‘3’ illuminating, signalling your selection. Just as the doors begin to close, you hear ‘hold the doors’

You stuck your hand out to stop the doors from fully closing and they reopen to reveal, Alden Parker. Your boss and your boyfriend. He shoots you a thanks with that cute and equally sexy smile as he steps in, turning to face the doors as they begin to close once more.

“ooh, what do you have for us today?” you asked, trying to take a peek over Alden’s shoulder to see what he was holding.

“Kleicha,” he replied, bringing the box towards you, signalling for you to take one.

You didn’t waste any time in bringing your hand up to grab one of the delicious looking snacks. You placed it on your tongue, letting out an innocent moan of delight. However, to Alden’s ears, it was anything but innocent.

Your relationship was relatively new, having only gotten together less than two months ago. You hadn’t even had sex yet and it was starting to get at Alden, especially when you make pretty sounds like that. But he didn’t want to rush you into anything.

You had no idea what was going on in Alden’s mind. You had no idea how much he wanted you. no. Needed you. How much restraint it takes to not push you up against the nearest wall and pound into you until your legs couldn’t hold you anymore. Until there was a perfect engraving of your outline on that very wall.

He on the other hand, didn’t know how much you needed him. It was starting to get so bad that you were jealous of his mug that had the pleasure of having his lips clasped around it’s rim. What made that 10x worse was when he pulled the mug away and his sexy ass moustache is slightly wet. Your dirty ass mind can’t help but replace the coffee with something completely different.

You loved how he was with you. Sweet, kind, gentle. You love all those things. Really, you did. But there are times when a girl just needs to be fucked, you know? Sometimes you thought about making the first move but your insecurity stops you.

What if he doesn’t like you like that?

What if he’s repulsed by your forwardness?

Yes very stupid things. You must be blind, because Alden isn’t as good as hiding it as he thinks he is. Especially now. Standing with you alone in the elevator, watching your lips move as you chew. He almost lets out a groan as you moan once more at the buttery and tender pastry. Clenching his fist when he watches your neck flex slightly as you swallow. He can feel his last shred of restraint stretching to the point where he’s going to snap.

And he would have done when your tongue poked out to lick the crumbs from your lips if it weren’t for the sound of the ding, signalling that you had arrived at your floor. Alden rushed out, you follow close behind. You didn’t think much of it, after all, he is always excited to share his pastries with the team.

As you walk towards the bullpen, you notice Tim, Jess and Kayla talking. Alden comes to a stop between Kayla and Tim as he presents the pastries and asks what they were talking about as he walked between them to stand beside his desk.

“Our first times,” Jess replied, bringing the cookie up to her lips and taking a bit.

“Please tell me yours was actually interesting,” Kayla said, which made you wonder what Tim and Jess had said that seemed so vanilla to her.

“Oooh, mine was on a pool table in a bar,” you said as you moved past them, taking your jacket off and draping it over your desk chair, “My boyfriend was a bartender there,”

“Our first times in the field,” Jess added, you turned quick on your heels to look at her, your cheeks now red in embarrassment and your eyes were wide, “Did I not say that?”

“Y-you said first times,”

“And your first thought was—”

“A bar? Really? You?”

“Yes Timmy, why is that such a shock?” you asked, crossing your arms, whilst your face conveyed a look of annoyance and slight offence.

“Well, it’s just— you know, not what I expected,”

It didn’t matter how you asked, or how threatening your look was. McGee never actually tells you why he was shocked. But all the while you were interrogating McGee, you never noticed your boyfriend’s change in demeanour. Part of him hated the fact that others had touched you, he knew you had past boyfriends, of course you had. There’s no way a woman as beautiful and sweet as you hasn’t stolen a few hearts. But the other part of him started to think about how you’d look sprawled across his desk, all fucked out, close to your fourth orgasm from just his tongue.

The case was increasingly difficult that day because, that image of your on his desk was the only thing occupying his mind.

Later that day, after the case was solved, you found yourself in Alden’s car on the way home.

“So— a bar?”

“Not you too,” you groaned, throwing your head back against the headrest, “Do people really think I’m that boring?”

 “Boring? No,” he replied, “Incredibly sweet and innocent? Well, they used to,” he added with a chuckle.

“Is that why you haven’t touched me?” you asked, completely throwing him off guard that the car swerved from the lane slightly.

“W-what?”

You turn in your seat to look at him, “We’ve been together for almost two months, and you haven’t touched me,” you shrugged, “I suppose that’s better than the reason I was thinking,” you added, you hadn’t meant to say it aloud, only in your head. You didn’t even know you did say it out loud until he asked you what you meant.

“I was beginning to think I wasn’t sexy enough or didn’t excite you like that,” you added, turning your body back away from him, so that you were back sitting in your seat normally.

Alden looked between you and the road a couple of times before letting out a scoff, “You’re kidding right?” he asked, but when he got no answer and you looked down at your hands dancing in your lap, he knew you weren’t kidding, “Angel, you have no idea, the level of restraint I’ve had to have to keep my hands off you,”

“You mean, you’ve… thought about it?”

“More often than I probably should at work,”

Your smile gets wider as you look up at him, your eyes practically dancing at the thought of him thinking about you in such a way at work.

“So, what do you think about?” you asked. completely curious to know whether it’s a dirty and graphic as some of the thoughts in your head.

“You’re not going to let this go are you?” he asked, throwing a smirk in your direction. You pretended to think about it and then shook your head.

“Tell me your most recent thought about me and I’ll tell you mine,” you bargained, you could see the wheels turning in his head. He definitely wanted to know what you had thought about him doing to you.

“Today, after your revelation, I thought about you all day. The only image in my mind was your beautiful, sweaty body spread out across my desk—”

“Your work desk?” you asked, pulling your seatbelt slightly to loosen it’s grip on you so you could move closer to Alden. “Naughty boy,” you whispered in his ear. Your lips moved downward, and you pressed a kiss below his ear, as you bring your hand to rest on his thigh, “What were you doing?”

He gulped, the muscles in his thigh tightening under your fingertips. His knuckles turning snow white due to the grip he had on the steering wheel.

“Okay, I’ll start baby,” you said, your fingers venturing a little further up his thigh, “My most recent one was in this very car. With me teasing you until you lose control and fuck me in the back seat or against the hood. My personal favourite is when your tongue is doing the most heavenly dance—”

“Okay, okay,” he rushed out, his breathing coming out in sharp, heavy huffs.

“You wanna play it out?” you asked, your hand moving closer and closer to the now visible arousal of your man but his hand quickly stopped you.

“No,”

You pouted, removing your hand completely and turning away from him. Slightly embarrassed. Was he repulsed?

Before you could get too into your own head, his hand came to rest on your thigh. So close to your core, he could practically feel the heat radiating from it.

“Our first time isn’t going to be in a car, baby girl. It’s going to be on my bed where I can take my sweet time with you,”

Your legs clenched together, trapping his hand between your thighs. You let out a small whimper as the side of his hand gently brushes against you.

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a fact, princess”

The rest of the ride seemed to go so slowly and so quick. Before you could even register it, you were already in Alden’s bedroom. His mouth never left yours as he guides you backwards towards the bed, pushing you on it as soon as the back of your legs hit the mattress. You let out a squeal of both delight and surprise.

“Close, but you’re a little overdressed,” he said, you sat up, your hands quickly went to shred your clothes but he caught them, “I want to undress you,” he said, his hands released yours and they fell to rest by your side. He leant down, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head. You raise your arms to help slide it off. He stands back up straight, discarding of the shirt somewhere in the room. Your head now face to face with something you had dreamed of for ages.

You lift your hand and palm him through the fabric of his pants, once again, his hands stop you. You whine, pouting slightly as you look up at him with those doe eyes.

God you were going to be the death of him.

“It’s all about you, baby girl,” he said, his free hand going to your cheek as he leans down and presses a sweet and soft kiss to your forehead. His hands then move to unclasp your bra. The thin, lacy fabric falls into your lap, exposing more of you to him.

He lowers himself to the floor, until he’s kneeling before you. His hands reach out, each beginning to play with one of your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they harden between them. He replaces one of his hands with his mouth, suck on the supple flesh and every so often a little nip.

He released it with a pop and moved on to give the other a little attention. You start to grind against the bed, looking for any kind of relief to dull the growing ache in your core. And he notices this.

“Needy, baby?” he asked, you immediately reply with a whimper and a nod, “Lie back,” he ordered, and you complied immediately. You look down, watching as he reaches to unbutton your pants, teasingly slow.

“Please,”

He pauses for a moment, thinking whether he should continue to make you wait or give you what you want. The teasing wasn’t helping him either. His boxers were getting painfully tight, he didn’t know if he’d be able to last all the teasing he wanted to put you through. He didn’t know if he could wait until you came four times on his tongue. So perhaps he’ll have to settle for one.

He quickly got rid of your pants and your underwear, chucking them over his shoulder, somewhere on the floor and completely forgotten. He places a palm on each of your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him.

“You’re completely soaked, baby,”

“Your fault,”

He chuckled, one hand leaving your thigh to gently glide a finger though your folds. Your hips buck at the contact. Your head falls back to the mattress as your hips continue to grind thin air, begging for more contact and goddamn did he give it you.

Since he’d literally been taking it slow, the last thing you expected was the sudden intrusion of his smooth, wet tongue between your folds and as you predicted, that fucking facial hair felt so fucking good buried between your legs.

One hand buries itself in his luscious silver hair as the other grips tightly to the sheets below you. It took everything in you not to lock your thighs around his head as soon as he moved his hands. One wrapped around your waist to keep you still and the other started to tease your entrance. It wasn’t long until he sunk two of his long, thick fingers in you. Knuckles deep and curling at just the right angle, brushing against that delicious spot. His mouth continued it’s job, sucking on that little bundle of nerves. His tongue sticking out to draw pattens between your folds. After almost two months of fantasizing about how good this man would make you feel, how good his tongue would feel, it didn’t take long for your first orgasm of the night to approach. It hit you like a sharp wave. It was easily the best and most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

But he wasn’t done, lapped up all you had to offer and continued to lick and suck at your clit until another orgasm tore through you. To his surprise, he did manage to pull four orgasms from you with just his tongue before getting your fifth from his painfully erect cock.

You were so sensitive and fucked out at this point that you couldn’t even muster up the strength to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Can you give me one more, baby?”

You couldn’t even form words, so you nodded.

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to your lips. No sooner after he said that did your fifth and final orgasm came crashing through you. He wasn’t far behind, especially after he felt your release coat his sheathed member. Just a few more thrusts and his own release paints your walls.

He collapses beside you, gently pulling you to rest on his chest. You curl up to him, as close as you can get, and just listen to his heartbeat.

“Was that better than in your head?” you asked him sleepily.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair, “So much better,”

[dragontamer05]

Look Below for pictures (and slight description for those unfamiliar)

You can vote/pick one based on what ever criteria you want. Which one you like best/ think you'd like, Which one you know, anything.

The Poll isn't for anything in particular beyond fun and just in general wonder what people think of these.

Though feel free to say where you are from in the tags / or comments if you reblog.

Poutine

A classic. Fries smothered in Gravy with cheese curds. Total comfort food.

Nanimo Bars

Delicious three layer sweet treat- Wafer, nut and coconut crumb base, custard icing in the middle with a chocolaty top layer. So sweet but so good

Butter Tarts

As the name suggests a very buttery pastry. Butter Sugar Syrup and Egg filling (frequently made with raisins or pecans)

All Dressed Chips

A wild combination of flavours that sounds kinda gross (imo) but honestly tastes pretty good. ketchup, barbecue sauce, sour cream and onion, and salt & vinegar. (Seriously I don't know how but it works and they balance each other out)

Beaver Tails

Long/ stretched out pieces of Fried Dough that well look like Beaver Tails. Basically topped with anything sweet. Basically and elongated version of the similar fried dough treat Elephant Ears

Jos Louis

Delicious Chocolaty snack that are NOT the same as Moon Pies. These are very soft kinda cake like in texture - compared to a Moon Pies more like cookie sorta thing.

Smarties

No they aren't just "M&Ms" For one Smarties Came first- technically started in the UK but they're a pretty strong staple of Canadian Snacks so it gets a pass.

Maple Syrup on a Stick / Maple Taffy

Exactly as advertised, hot liquid maple syrup poured on a stick over clean snow (or just directly into spots made in the snow) once cooled and hardened you eat.

[foodffs]

These easy Carmelitas are buttery, brown, sugar, oatmeal bar cookies oozing with chocolate chips and caramel sauce. They are the ultimate bar cookie and are always a huge hit at parties and potlucks. 

[desceros]

Hatred. That has to be the emotion Leo is feeling, Right?

Leo looks to the Tupperware of cookies next to his bed. Against his better judgement he opens it and pops one of them into his mouth. Immediately the buttery delight of sweetness hits his tongue. Making him swoon, making him cringe. "Too sweet." Leo clenches his hands into fists and presses them into his face. She is taking Donnie away from him, She is touching and taking what should be his to do based on birthright alone. He was the one who taught Donnie how to speak again, was the one who sat at his twins bedside as Donnie shook and cried and begged to be put back in that fucking hellish ship. NOT HER. She wasn't fucking here for any of it. So why. Why did Donnie have to go and choose her over him. What comfort could be found in some girl that Leo or anyone else in the family couldn't already provide. Leo is practically doing this chick a favor by allowing her this close in the first place, and She goes and breaks down every barrier this family has like its an Olympic sport. Healing them all like its easy. Like being helped could have been this easy all along. He should be bitter, he should hate her, and be doing his best to shut her out. Steer her away from the wounds Leo has diligently spent the past decade trying the guard. So why.

Why cant he stop thinking about her. The way she smells, the way she smiles. Why cant he help but want her close where she can be warm and inviting and so, so bright, And kind, trusting. so, so trusting and willing to do anything to be apart of this family. Leo can see it in her eyes. The little glints of past heartbreak and trauma that make her so pliable. Hell, he is half convinced that if April hadn't been the one to find her first she might have joined the first cult she bumped into. So desperate for belonging she would listen and trust any shred of friendship that was thrown her way. So desperate for belonging in fact, that when Leo touches her she accepts it like its nothing. Because what would Leo have to hide, right? He's old reliable Leo, your bestfriend. Totally not the type of guy to rub one out to you while your in the shower. Leo feels himself tense and grow wet at the memory. How the smell of her swirling with the steam in the air had intoxicated him to the point of damn near insanity. He had to do something about it. His hand pressed inside himself as he did his best not to leave a trace of the deed behind. Shame and euphoria heating him from the inside out. God its pathetic, Its maddening. She's fucking and taking his brother from him and Leo cant fucking stop thinking about how she might taste. How she might sound as he sinks into her, Imaging how she might tighten around him as he takes her by the throat and squeezes. His hands painting her throat in pretty blue bruises. He wants to hurt her, He wants to claim her. He wants her. God, he wants her. He wants to hold her close and protect her like he has been protecting the rest of them, with barred teeth and selfishness. He wants to sent her as his and mean it. Fuck, maybe he already does. Maybe he has been this whole time and has just never realized. Every touch, every caress, every teasing remark and every coy little twist of the knife, has actually been him craving something sweet.

Idk what happened the song started playing and I blacked out and then when I woke up I realized I had sent this to your inbox. Symphony Leo save me save me Symphony Leo

ohhhh that hit the spot

[theocseason4]

Oh my god!!!!

[strengthandsunshine]

These chewy Snickerdoodle Blondies are gluten-free, vegan, and just 9 ingredients! A quick and easy dessert that's perfect for the holidays with all the sweet, cinnamony, tangy, and buttery flavors you love! Eggless and allergy-free snickerdoodles in bar form with a crisp cinnamon sugar top that's even more delicious than the classic cookie!

Snickerdoodle Blondies (Gluten-Free, Vegan) https://wp.me/p4UrDz-9zu

[thelustdevil]

Fueling those café au’s in my head... Part 2!

This time let’s look at what baked goods they would enjoy. 🫶🏼 (based on what I offer in shop & some new ideas!)

Part One: Drinkies!

Hitoshi S.

Will buy the cute seasonal sugar cookies, especially the cat themed ones during the spring & fall. Otherwise a blueberry muffin will suffice. If he’s really hungry a baked cheese & plant “sausage” turnover.

Denki K.

Frosted muffins, loaves & scones. The frosted matcha & vanilla crème Swiss roll is a favorite of his. But the frosted strawberry scone is a good second choice. Will be the one to order a breakfast bagel when super hungry.

Katsuki B.

He enjoys spice over sweet that much is true. He’s not one to order baked goods often, but there’s a hatch chili bread released during the later fall season that he will buy a slice or two of. If not, a savory maple sausage pull-apart roll every once in a while never hurt.

Izuku M.

Flaky pastries!! Always always. Chocolate croissant? Yes. Spinach feta croissant? Also yes. Spiced ham & pepper Jack cheese blossom? … yes. Quiches with buttery crust. Biggest yes. It’s used in so many dishes and so yummy in his opinion.

Shoto T.

Plain/simple flaky pastry or biscuit. Usually something to go along with his tea. There’s an orange blossom and currant biscotti that he’s grown fond of thanks to midoriya’s suggestion. Will have some quiche if offered. Not the meat heavy ones though.

Eijirou K.

Sweet boy loves some sweet loaf slices. He will indulge in pumpkin spice during the season. Otherwise the spiced loaf or apple crumble loaf are great choices. Will get the warm breakfast sandwiches on fresh bread.

Hanta S.

Contrast to his drinks and similar to bakugo, Sero likes the more savory pastries. The rosemary & tomato tart is the perfect snack. While the chili, egg & spinach blossom is a good breakfast option in his eyes.

Tenya I.

Cinnamon roll, no raisins but yes to cream cheese icing. Only once in a blue moon though. He allows himself to enjoy this with his classmates. Otherwise a buttery croissant will do, there’s no need for the excess sugar all the time.

Dabi

Again this mf doesn’t go to coffee shops… Will take warm bread, he likes the softness of it when it’s freshly baked. The topped toast options are usually what he goes for. The special spices Ogura jam with everything bagel seasoning is a go to.

Hawks

Learned to like the Ogura jam pastries because of Dabi. Will get the baked Ogura & sea salt stuffed rolls. There’s also a seaweed flakes croissant he enjoys with a sweet plum jam.

Mirio T.

Loves to try just the most American sounding baked goods. Apple strudel with cinnamon, strawberry & rhuebarb blossoms, Canadian bacon and cheddar boomerang? All yeses! Tamaki has told him countless times that two of those things are decidedly not American but Mirio is too busy ordering to hear him.

Tamaki A.

Is less shy when it comes to ordering pastries from his favorite bakery. Enjoys trying the new seasonal items. The sweet Sakura dango was a big hit with him. Will also get the milk bread toasted with a semi-runny egg & chives on top.

Shota A.

A bagel. He enjoys trying to different toppings but prefers having something easy to eat between classes and napping. Open to trying different kinds of bagels as well. Hizashi once bought him a breakfast bar and he enjoyed it. Still gets bagels though.

Hizashi Y.

Much like Tamaki, Hizashi likes trying the seasonal pastries. It only makes sense if he’s trying the seasonal drinks too! It’s the full experience. The toasted coconut & pineapple loaf was a surprising new favorite. So was the miso & cucumber tea sandwich.

*based on my view of them & their personalities*

Might do this for JJK or another fandom next. This has also given me new ideas for some trial goods in the bakery next week…

[fatteningfeeder]

The Freshman 15

Kendall had always been proud of her athletic build. Back in high school, she was known for her toned arms and lean legs, the result of years spent running track and staying active. She was never the fastest on the team, but she was dedicated, pushing herself through every lap, every sprint, keeping a strict diet that balanced her workouts. Her high school friends used to joke that she had a metabolism like a furnace—she could eat anything and burn it off without a second thought. It made her feel strong, in control of her body and her life.

But when she stepped onto her college campus for the first time, she was struck by how different everything felt. There was no longer the rigid structure of track practice, the disciplined meal planning, or her mom’s healthy home-cooked dinners. Instead, there was freedom. She could eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. And the dining hall seemed like a dream: breakfast buffets with crispy bacon and buttery pancakes, lunch options with greasy cheeseburgers and fries, and dinner that always ended with a dessert station piled high with cookies, cakes, and ice cream.

At first, Kendall kept up her old habits. She hit the gym a few times a week, trying to replicate the routines she did in high school, but the novelty of college life quickly got the better of her. Between late-night study sessions, meeting new friends, and adjusting to her classes, she found herself eating more and exercising less. Her gym visits dwindled, replaced by nights at the campus café, where she’d order a mocha with extra whipped cream and a muffin on the side. She told herself it was just temporary, just until she got used to college life.

But the habits stuck. The late-night snacks became a regular part of her routine. When she’d study in the common room with her friends, someone would always bring snacks—bags of chips, pizza, candy bars. And Kendall found herself grazing on them mindlessly as she flipped through her textbooks. She didn’t notice the changes at first. It was just little things, like feeling a little fuller after dinner or finding herself craving a second dessert when she used to be satisfied with just one.

But soon, the subtle changes became harder to ignore. About a month into her first semester, she was getting dressed for class when she realized her favorite jeans felt a little snug. She tugged at the waistband, trying to wiggle into them like she always had. But the denim clung stubbornly to her thighs, and she had to hop up and down to get the button to close. She ignored the tightness that pressed against her waist, chalking it up to laundry shrinkage. She brushed it off, thinking, "I’ll just wear my leggings today. No big deal."

As the weeks went on, she found herself reaching for those leggings more and more often. It seemed like every time she tried to put on a pair of jeans or shorts, they pinched at her hips or dug into her stomach. Her T-shirts, which used to drape loosely over her frame, started to cling to her midsection in a way that made her feel self-conscious. But she kept telling herself it was just a phase, that she’d adjust to college life soon enough and things would go back to normal.

But they didn’t. Instead, her hunger seemed to grow. It was like her body was craving all the things she’d denied herself back in high school—the extra scoop of mashed potatoes at dinner, the greasy takeout pizza, the chocolate chip cookies she used to avoid. And with each passing week, she indulged those cravings a little more. She started sneaking extra snacks back to her dorm room, bags of chips and candy bars tucked into her backpack. And she’d eat them while watching TV, feeling the satisfying crunch in her mouth as she sank into the cozy softness of her bed.

About two months into the semester, she stepped on the scale at the gym for the first time since arriving at college. The number that flashed up surprised her. She blinked, wondering if it was a mistake. But no matter how many times she stepped off and back on, it read the same: fifteen pounds heavier than she’d been when she left home. "The Freshman 15,"she thought with a pang of disbelief. She had heard about it, of course—everyone joked about it in orientation. But she never thought it would happen to her.

Kendall stared at the number for a long time, the realization sinking in. She poked at her belly, feeling the way it had softened, how it now formed a little roll over the waistband of her leggings when she sat down. Her fingers brushed over the smooth skin of her hips, which felt rounder than they had before, her thighs brushing together in a way that made her feel strangely self-conscious. She looked at herself in the mirror, noticing the way her cheeks seemed fuller, her face softer. She felt like she barely recognized herself.

"I can fix this," she thought determinedly. She went back to her room, throwing out all the snacks she had stashed away in her drawers. She told herself she’d get back into her old routine, cut back on the sweets and carbs. But the cravings didn’t go away. She’d try to stick to a salad at lunch, but an hour later, she’d be ravenous, stopping by the campus café for a croissant or a slice of cake. She’d hit the gym in the evenings, but her legs felt heavier on the treadmill than they used to, her breathing coming faster as she jogged.

Kendall stared at herself in the dorm room mirror, twisting her body left and right. She couldn’t ignore it anymore—the way her once-flat stomach was starting to round out, the waistband of her jeans cutting into her sides. "What’s happening to me?" Kendall whispered, tugging at the tight fabric of her shirt, which rolled up over the curve of her belly every time she moved. She had never imagined that something as simple as being away from home could change her body so drastically.

“Maybe I’ve just been stressed out,” she thought one night as she lay in bed, a bag of chips in hand. “College is hard. I deserve to unwind a little.” She tried to ignore how her belly bulged slightly over the waistband of her leggings as she snacked, how her shirts seemed to be getting tighter with each wash. But soon, it became impossible to ignore the way her body was changing. She got out of breath climbing the stairs to her dorm room, feeling her thighs rub together more with each step. Her once-loose bras started to feel snug, and she noticed her belly pressing against her shirts in a way it hadn’t before. It made her feel heavy, slow, like she was dragging around an extra part of herself.

One morning, she struggled to button a pair of jeans, sucking in her breath and tugging at the waistband until it finally closed with a tight snap. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the fabric digging into her sides as she tried to move. She looked at herself in the mirror again, the way her belly spilled over the top of the jeans, soft and round. A part of her wanted to cry. This wasn’t the body she had before. She didn’t know how to accept it.

But at the same time, she couldn’t deny a strange, unexpected thrill. There was something almost... exciting about how different she looked, how her body had grown softer and rounder. She touched her belly, feeling the plushness beneath her fingers, and shivered. She wasn’t sure why, but she liked the way it felt—warm, comforting.

As the days went on, she stopped fighting the changes as hard. She allowed herself to indulge in the rich, greasy meals from the dining hall, savoring each bite instead of feeling guilty. She started to notice little things she had never appreciated before—like how warm her body felt under her blankets at night, how her cheeks flushed pink after a big meal, or the way her belly jiggled slightly when she laughed.

One evening, after a particularly filling dinner, she stood in front of the mirror again. She was wearing her old track hoodie, and she pulled it up, revealing her belly. It was rounder than ever, the skin smooth except for the stretch marks that now spread out like little pink lightning bolts near her belly button. She ran a hand over them, tracing the lines. They felt like a reminder that she had changed, but maybe... that wasn’t such a bad thing.

"I look different," she thought, studying the way her belly curved out in front of her, the fullness of her hips. "But I don’t hate it." She almost felt a sense of pride, seeing the evidence of her new life in her softer, heavier body. "I’m not the same girl I was in high school. And that’s okay."

As time went on, she stopped trying to squeeze into her old clothes, opting for looser, stretchier fabrics that accommodated her growing belly. She found herself craving the feeling of fullness, of being satisfied after a big meal. She liked the way her body felt when she overate, the warm heaviness in her stomach. It made her feel content, like she was rewarding herself after a long day.

One night, after another feast with her friends, she lay on her bed, rubbing her swollen belly. She felt like she could burst, but she smiled to herself, closing her eyes as she traced circles over her skin. "I love this," she admitted to herself, for the first time fully acknowledging the truth. "I love how my body feels now." It was a realization that brought a sense of peace, a strange sort of freedom she had never felt before.

Kendall knew she wasn’t the same girl who had started college—lean, disciplined, always in control. But that girl had been scared, always worried about what people thought of her, of whether she was good enough. This new version of herself—rounder, heavier, more relaxed—felt like she could finally breathe. She had learned to love her new body, with all its softness and curves. And she wasn’t going to stop now.

She ran her fingers over her belly, feeling the stretch marks that marked her journey, and smiled. For the first time in months, she felt truly comfortable in her own skin. And she couldn’t wait to see where this new path would take her, even if it meant outgrowing another pair of jeans or two.

[amrshda]

Everyone are talking about this one cookies from Ben's. In each and every social media, people keep give them a good review . So, finally I decided to try them on my own. Is it worth the hype? The answer is YES AND ABSOLUTELY YESS . This cookies will upgrade your taste bud to another level. It won't just only melt into your mouth but make you fall in love with it buttery and rich in chocolate flavour in every bites. The outside is crunchy and softer on the inside. Unlike the other cookies rely on the ordinary chocolate chips, this one use chunks of chocolate bar. In every bites, you can feel the fancy and luxurious chocolate flavour. It gives you a hint of beryl's chocolate. You won't just enjoy one. You will comeback for sure 😊. Btw, I tried two of them. They are milk chocolate chunks which I would rate 9/10 and white chocolate and macadamia 7/10. I'm not a cookies lovers but this just makes me one. Run and go grab yours too.

[foodstoriesindia]

Exploring the Flavors of American Cuisine: A Recipe Collection

American cuisine is a melting pot of diverse flavors and ingredients from different cultures, creating an array of delightful dishes. Whether you’re craving something sweet or savory, these handpicked recipes from Foodstories will guide you through some of the most beloved American classics and inventive modern twists.

American Cuisine: A Recipe Collection

1. Pecan Pie Bars

A bite-sized version of the iconic Southern pecan pie, these Pecan Pie Bars are rich, gooey, and filled with the nutty sweetness of pecans, making them the perfect dessert for any occasion.

2. Gluten-Free Chai-Spiced Banana Bread

Warm spices meet the natural sweetness of bananas in this gluten-free twist on a classic. Try our Chai-Spiced Banana Bread for a comforting and flavorful treat that’s perfect for breakfast or dessert.

3. Brown Butter Peach Cobbler

Capture the essence of summer with this Brown Butter Peach Cobbler. The nutty richness of brown butter adds a gourmet twist to the juicy peaches and crumbly topping.

4. Blueberry Dutch Baby Pancake

This Blueberry Dutch Baby Pancake is a fluffy, oven-baked pancake filled with juicy blueberries. It’s a perfect weekend brunch option that’s simple yet elegant.

5. Cinnamon Pecan Pralines

These Southern-style Cinnamon Pecan Pralines offer a buttery, crunchy sweetness with a hint of cinnamon, making them an irresistible snack or dessert.

6. Cinnamon Sugar Bread Twists

A delicious blend of soft bread and sweet cinnamon sugar, these Cinnamon Sugar Bread Twists are the perfect snack for any time of day and a hit at gatherings.

7. Snickerdoodle Cookies

These Snickerdoodle Cookies are a timeless American classic. Soft and chewy with a cinnamon-sugar coating, they offer the perfect balance of sweetness and spice.

8. Medjool Date Snicker Bars

For a healthier take on candy bars, try our Medjool Date Snicker Bars. With the natural sweetness of dates and the richness of peanut butter, they’re a guilt-free indulgence.

9. Frozen Yogurt Barks

Light and refreshing, these Frozen Yogurt Barks are a customizable, healthy snack loaded with fruit and nuts. Perfect for warm days or a quick, guilt-free dessert.

10. Whipped Avocado Toast

This Whipped Avocado Toast takes the classic avocado toast to a new level with creamy whipped avocado on top of crispy bread. It’s a trendy and nutritious breakfast option.

11. Avocado Oil Mayonnaise

Elevate your sandwiches and salads with this homemade Avocado Oil Mayonnaise. Made with heart-healthy avocado oil, it’s a fresher and tastier alternative to store-bought options.

12. Truffle Mac and Cheese

Indulge in the creamy, cheesy goodness of Truffle Mac and Cheese. The luxurious addition of truffle oil elevates this classic comfort food into a gourmet masterpiece.

13. Avocado Smoothie

For a healthy and delicious drink, try our Avocado Smoothie. It’s creamy, nutrient-packed, and perfect for a quick breakfast or post-workout snack.

14. Raspberry Rose Chia Jam

This Raspberry Rose Chia Jam is a fresh and fruity spread with a subtle floral note. Perfect on toast, pancakes, or as a topping for yogurt, it adds a gourmet touch to your everyday meals.

15. Flavored Butter Board

Create a stunning and flavorful spread with this Flavored Butter Board. A fun twist on traditional butter, it’s perfect for entertaining or adding something extra to your daily bread.

Conclusion

American cuisine offers an incredible variety of flavors and textures, from sweet and indulgent desserts to savory, comforting meals. These recipes will take you on a culinary journey through some of the best that American cooking has to offer, whether you’re looking for a classic dish or a creative new twist. Try them out and bring the taste of America to your kitchen!

[sibastiane]

Homemade Twix Cookies: Delight in layers of buttery shortbread, draped in a caramel embrace, and crowned with a rich chocolate coat. Crafted with love, these irresistible cookies capture the essence of the classic Twix bar, offering a blissful balance of crunch, chewiness, and chocolatey decadence in every homemade bite🥰🥰

[shoku-and-awe]

Lots of berry sweets to try this past month! Very lucky. My favorite was definitely the Ghana ice cream, which I've had twice now and still want again ........ It's half strawberry-dipped ice cream bar and half strawberry butter cookie ice cream sandwich! Best of both worlds, no need to choose.

7-11's strawberry chou cream is also really, really good—a very close second! Nice cookie crumble on the top. Then, the biscuit ice cream sandwich with raspberry goo is nice if you like very buttery shortbread with a kind of chunky wholemeal flour. Very nice ice cream too but minimal fruit.

The only miss was the yuki-ichigo, which I had very high hopes for because, hell, it’s a whole strawberry with shortcake and whipped cream, all wrapped up in mochi. Sounds like a genius dream, but the strawberry was hard and not at all ripe, and the cake and mochi tasted kinda low quality :( Also very messy and difficult to eat, as you can see, but I wouldn’t have held that against it because with a really truly delicious dessert, a bit of mess can add to the experience.

[britishchick09]

poto rewritten short stories 3/6: raoul's shadowy sleepover

in honor of read an e-book week, i'll be sharing sneak peeks of the rewrite's first short story collection (which will be an e-book exclusive out this spring)! next up is raoul venturing down to the cellars... and into some awkward snack territory! ;)

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Raoul was excited to explore the opera house at night, but he wasn’t too keen on going to the cellars. Yet he soldiered on and followed Christine and Meg. The stone staircase seemed to go on for miles. He gripped his overnight bag with sweaty hands.

Just pretend we’re in a cave! Raoul told himself. A gray, not rocky cave with stairs and a bridge. That's definitely what a cave has.

He held onto the bridge’s railing and tried not to look down at the murky water below. Meg's excited chattering about the sleepover helped him focus. Finally, the trio made it to the wooden platform that anchored Erik’s house. Raoul took a deep breath. He had done it!

Christine knocked on the door, which Erik opened a few moments later.

"Oh!" He smiled. "Hi, Christine."

Christine smiled back. "Bonjour."

"And hi, me!" Meg added as she popped up from behind Christine. "Oh, yes. Hi, Little Miss."

Erik turned away as Raoul asked, "And me?"

"…Oh. Right," Erik glanced over his shoulder. "Hi."

An awkward silence pierced the air as everyone walked inside the house. Raoul took his watch out of his pocket and compared it to one on the wall. To his surprise, it was five minutes off! He sat on the bed and fixed it as Meg asked, "Are we going to have snacks? I'm starving!"

"I think you've had your fill of chouquettes," Christine said before telling Erik and Raoul, "She had two on the way here."

"They're hard to resist!" Raoul said.

He finished winding his watch and sat on the floor as Christine opened her basket. His mouth watered at the sight of sugary pastries.

"Don't take too many," Christine said as he grabbed a couple. "There won't be many left for me and Erik!"

"I probably won't have many a- anyways," Erik said. "I made peanut butter sandwiches."

Meg grinned as Erik brought a plate out from the kitchen and exclaimed, "Mmm! Peanut butter chouquette sandwiches!"

She set a chouquette in between the sandwich's buttery bread, smiling as she took a big bite.

"I brought some snacks, too," Raoul said as he took a box out of his overnight bag. "Marie made some sweets for the other party."

"Oh, sable cookies!" Christine exclaimed. "And are those chocolate dipped Madeleines?"

"Yep. And the pastel colored ones are macrons."

Erik took a little bite of the Madeleine. "This doesn't taste like my mother at all."

"I got a snack, too!" Meg reached into Christine's basket. "Chocolate!"

She threw little round chocolates in the air. A milk chocolate bonked Raoul on the head. He popped it in his mouth and smiled.

"Mmm, no one beats Rousseau's," he remarked. "Although Menier is close."

Erik looked up from his cookie in surprise. "Are you talking about the bars in the yellow wrapper?" he asked, to which Raoul nodded. "I- I got one of those every Christmas when I was a kid."

"So did I! I'd always sneak a bite of my sisters' chocolate when they weren't around."

Erik chuckled softly. He returned to his cookie, barely giving Raoul a glance.

It seems like we're doomed to be awkward acquaintances. Raoul thought in dismay.