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Finding the Best Eggless Cupcakes Near Me: Where to Go for Vegan and Allergy-Friendly Treats

In the ever-evolving world of desserts, eggless cupcakes have emerged as a delightful option for those who are vegan, have egg allergies, or simply prefer a lighter alternative. The quest for the best eggless cupcakes near you can transform an ordinary day into a special occasion. Whether you're celebrating a birthday, hosting a gathering, or just treating yourself, understanding what makes these cupcakes stand out can enhance your experience and satisfy your cravings.

The Rise of Eggless Cupcakes

As more people become conscious of dietary restrictions and lifestyle choices, the popularity of eggless cupcakes has surged. These cupcakes are not only suitable for vegans but also cater to those with specific allergies, making them a versatile choice for all. The beauty of eggless baking lies in its ability to maintain moistness and flavor without the use of traditional egg-based recipes. Ingredients such as applesauce, mashed bananas, or yogurt provide the necessary binding and moisture, creating a delightful texture that rivals their egg-filled counterparts.

Bakers have become increasingly innovative, experimenting with various flavors and ingredients to ensure that eggless cupcakes do not compromise on taste. From rich chocolate to refreshing lemon, the diversity of flavors available can satisfy even the most discerning palate. With the right recipes and techniques, eggless cupcakes can be just as indulgent, fluffy, and delicious as traditional ones, making them a worthy addition to the dessert table.

Where to Find Quality Eggless Cupcakes

The search for the best eggless cupcakes near you can lead to a variety of local bakeries and specialty shops. It's essential to seek out establishments that prioritize quality ingredients and have a reputation for crafting delectable eggless treats. Many local bakeries are now offering a range of vegan options, ensuring that everyone can indulge without compromising their dietary preferences.

When searching for eggless cupcakes, consider visiting bakeries that focus on custom orders. These establishments often have the flexibility to create unique flavors and designs tailored to your specific needs. Additionally, many of these shops are passionate about sustainability and use locally sourced ingredients, which can enhance the overall quality of their baked goods. The commitment to freshness and flavor is what sets the best eggless cupcakes apart from the rest.

The Experience of Tasting Eggless Cupcakes

Indulging in eggless cupcakes is not just about satisfying a sweet tooth; it's an experience that can evoke joy and nostalgia. The first bite of a perfectly baked eggless cupcake can transport you back to childhood memories of birthday parties and family gatherings, where sweets were the highlight of the day. The rich aroma of freshly baked goods wafting through the air creates an inviting atmosphere that makes every visit to a bakery special.

In addition to the taste, the visual appeal of eggless cupcakes plays a crucial role in the overall experience. Many bakeries take pride in their presentation, crafting beautiful designs that catch the eye and tantalize the taste buds. From vibrant frosting to creative decorations, the artistry involved in creating these cupcakes adds an extra layer of enjoyment. Whether you prefer classic designs or whimsical creations, there's an eggless cupcake for every aesthetic and occasion.

A Growing Community of Eggless Lovers

As the demand for eggless options continues to rise, a community of enthusiasts has formed around these delightful treats. Social media platforms are filled with mouth-watering images of eggless cupcakes, inspiring home bakers to experiment and share their creations. This sense of community fosters a supportive environment for those exploring vegan baking or seeking allergy-friendly options.

Events such as bake sales, food festivals, and local markets often feature eggless cupcakes, allowing customers to sample various flavors and support local businesses. These gatherings not only promote eggless options but also provide an opportunity for like-minded individuals to connect and share their love for these delectable treats. The growing interest in eggless baking showcases the versatility and desirability of these cupcakes, proving that they are here to stay.

Conclusion

In conclusion, finding the best eggless cupcakes near me is an adventure that promises delicious rewards. The combination of innovative recipes, quality ingredients, and a commitment to inclusivity makes eggless cupcakes a must-try for anyone with a sweet tooth. For those seeking a reliable source for these delightful treats, Eggless Cake Shop stands out as a premier destination. With a diverse range of flavors and a passion for creating exceptional eggless desserts, they ensure that everyone can enjoy the magic of cupcakes without compromise. Whether you're a long-time fan or a first-time taster, visiting Eggless Cake Shop will undoubtedly elevate your dessert experience.

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i was a bit confused/ ln the fence about rebecca in the start but i really like them together now. It seems super genuine

god like I find it hard to get behind het relationships bc they're so systemically toxic for the women involved but Rebecca and Carlos are among the few F1 ships I can enjoy bc their dynamic is so healthy - she has her life and career and he has his, and he'll adjust his downtime to fit her schedule as much as she does for his. but the fact that they both want to be with someone who isn't just constantly available and who gives them space/requires their own space yet she was with him when he was apartment shopping in Monaco and she stays there with and without him is like. it's so grown up and balanced. there's also this silly fun element to their relationship that really suits Carlos' goofy side. (and I'm still pretty basic about astrology but everyone knows Leo and Virgo are crazy compatible)

and like how they flew to Glasgow straight from Spa but he went off to golf while she spent downtime for her birthday with her family and friends, but then they did a second birthday celebration so he could be there and bring her the gigantic cake like goddd I did not expect to become so fond ??

the fact that she comes from the most Glasgae people to ever exist compared to his Spanish upper crust nobility is the most romcom shit ever. listen to these accents singing Happy Birthday

like not to be creepy abt it but imagine if they had kids together like WHAT accent would those kids end up with AKDGJLSAGFJLASG

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hi mads, random, but are you from glasgow? i'm going there in a few weeks and wondering if you had recommendations for cute places, shops and cafes to visit???

technically no but i practically live there at this point lol. ok so i think you should go out the west end (get the subway to hillhead/kelvinhall/kelvinbridge/maybe even partick) and go to kelvingrove gallery and/or the botanic gardens - there are a lot of cute cafes and restaurants out that way too!! alternatively, get the train from central and hang out in shawlands for a bit, there are some really lovely independent shops, and you could also get off the train at pollokshaws west and go to see the highland cows in pollok country park (there are baby ones!!); there's also the burrell collection, a gallery, within the park too. if you like pizza, paesano is the move (there's one in the west end AND one in the city centre), and definitely sugo for pasta (literally my fav place of all time). for drinks in the city centre, i like stereo and tabac for something chill, king tuts is iconic, and devil of brooklyn is meant to be fab - for coffee, tinderbox (they have a few locations across the city), laboratorio espresso, spitfire, or social bite on sauchiehall street (their proceeds go to helping reduce homelessness, and the cakes are AMAZING). drinks in the west end, i'd go to inn deep or banana moon, or somewhere down ashton lane or oran mor if i was feeling a bit fancier, and i tend to buy coffee in the alchemy experiment whenever i'm out there just for an excuse to go in lol - it's a gallery space/cafe hybrid, where they sell art and other little independently-crafted bits and bobs, and if you're there then walk a few doors down to onawallnearyou for prints as well. if you're going any further east than glasgow cross - which you should, to go to the barras market at the weekend - saint luke's and the winged ox for drinks (nice food, too), and us v them for coffee. OH also if you're looking for something cute to do, definitely go pottery painting at the craft pottery (book via insta), and golf fang is meant to be really fun crazy golf but i have yet to try. and tbh if it's live music you're after then i'd just see what's on in stereo/king tuts/broadcast/nice n sleazys while you're there lol you might end up seeing the next big thing!! yeah there's so much to do. gonna tag jade @theseventyfive to see if she has any recs that i've forgotten lol <3

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World building and theories of Engage

Dishes of Brodia

The dishes of Brodia come in these categories:

Celebratory dishes - Sour cream congee

Cheap recipes which can use leftovers or cheap ingredients - meat pie.

Preserving recipes - oatmeal

Exotic dishes - chicken tomato curry.

Crisp bread -  Crispbread can also be known as 'Glasgow morning rolls' or 'Scottish rolls'. They are very light and airy, and very, very crispy on the outside. Some people prefer almost black and in very odd differing shapes. The lifespan of these rolls is 24 hours so they must be eaten fresh. Some people eat them for breakfast while others make sandwiches with them. They are not the healthiest dining option but they are a well loved Scottish tradition. People make hot filled rolls with them which can include: square sausage, black pudding, bacon, potato scone or egg. Sometimes they are eaten with a very thick layer of butter. They can be made easily and cheaply which makes them perfect common folk food.

Sour cream congee - Congee is normally made with rice so I believe that this recipe is closer to rommegrot rather than congee. Rommegrot is a traditional Norwegian recipe meaning 'sour cream porridge '. Romme means 'sour cream' and grit means 'porridge'. It has a thick consistency and is often eaten with butter, cinnamon, sugar or cured meats. Traditionally it was eaten at celebrations including weddings and births, however it was not uncommon for peasant families to eat a plain version several days a week as a staple part of their diet. 

Crepe pancakes - The recipe is very similar to Scotch pancakes. In some parts of Scotland they are known as 'dropped scones'. They are different to French and English crepes because they are smaller, thicker and slightly risen. Traditionally they were eaten before lent to use up ingredients to avoid waste. The common folk would make them to use up ingredients before they spoil. 

Jam cake - This recipe seems to be based on Albert cake. This came has a short crust pastry base, jam and a light and fluffy sponge. It was a cake created in the Victorian era and made after Queen Victoria's husband, Prince Albert.

Tree cake - This recipe is for Sakotis ('Tree cake) which is a layered cake made on a spit. It is a celebration cake which takes a lot of time to make. It is often decorated with sugar iced flowers or chocolate. This is not an everyday cake in Brodia, unlike jam cake and crepe pancakes.

Fish Dango -  Dango is a species of fish but the recipe doesn't suggest that it is a recipe solely for this species. The recipe suggests this is battered fish, a popular dish and chip shop meal. You will find a fish and chip shop in every high street in the UK. The original recipe comes from Spanish and Portuguese Jews. In the 15th century Judaism was outlawed in Spain during the Spanish Inquisition. The Jews fled to Portugal. In 1496 King Manuel I mandated the expulsion or baptizing of Jews. The Jews fled to the UK where they introduced their version of fried fish. The Jews preferred their battered fish cold. It is a way to preserve fish.

Cheese wedge - This is just a big slice of cheese. Random cheese fact; the British are the most lactose persistent population in the world. Cheese was an important source of animal protein in the diet of mediaeval commoners, for people who could not afford meat, it was the only source. The byproduct of a cheese wedge could be used to make whey cheeses.

Oatmeal - This is a porridge recipe.  Oats have been grown in Scotland since late medieval times. There was no way to preserve oats, so they were turned into a paste and stored in a wooden drawer. The paste porridge would be eaten for a few days until it hardened, then it was eaten in thick slices.

Baked potato - Potatoes, also known as 'earth apples' changed from being an exotic ingredient only nobles sampled in the 16th century to a household staple in the 18th century. Generally it was recommended to serve them with butter or cream.  

Nut compote - Candied nuts could be an alternate name for this dish. Compote comes from the Latin  word 'compositus', meaning 'mixture'. In medieval medicine it was believed that sugar syrup balanced out the effects of humidity on the body. At a feast compote would be served at the beginning of the last course of a feast.

Traveler's egg - This is a recipe for Scotch egg. There is debate about the origins of the Scotch egg, Yorkshire and India are two of the potential origins. From the name 'Traveler's why's I gather the origin of choice is that it was created by luxury food sellers Fortnum & Mason in 1738 as a quick and convenient snack for city folk travelling to their country homes. 

Chicken tomato curry - This dish could be a reference to Chicken Tikka Masala. The origin of the dish is debated, but it is believed that spiced recipes were developed in both England and India thanks to the spice routes. In medieval times, spices helped make aging meat more palatable. In medieval Europe spices were considered an exotic ingredient purchased by the affluent, likewise in Brodia, spices would be a luxury traded commodity from Solm. 

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 Haggis - Medieval manuscript calls it 'hagese'. When cattle drivers were taking their cattle to market, rations were made from any available ingredients and stored inside a sheep's stomach. When an animal was slaughtered, the nobleman would let the butcher keep the offal. I can imagine haggis being taken down mines when mining operations would take several days.

Crumble cake -This recipe can also be called 'crumb cake'. Fruit cakes were popular because they could be kept for many months. 

Marinated herring - Herring was a very important fish in Medieval Europe. Great Yarmouth, the port of Copenhagen and development of Amsterdam were founded due to herring fishing. The marinate would help but fermented and spoilt fish palatable. 

Meat pie - This recipe is a reference to 'Scotch pie'. In medieval times ours were known as 'pyes'. In royal courts they were used to entertain, an example of this can of merriment is live birds hidden in a crust that fly out when the pie is cut into. For the commoner, pies were a way of using and preserving meat and vegetables

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MEET JEN HOGG, OUR NOVEMBER 2024 SPEAKER

November's global CreativeMornings theme is THREAD. Though we interpret themes in a variety of ways, this month we've gone literal with our speaker Jen Hogg. Jen is a textile toolmaker, sewing and knitting person, and Great British Sewing Bee semifinalist (tickets!)

Jen says, "I've been sewing and knitting for longer than I can remember.  I got to the semi-finals of The Great British Sewing Bee in 2019, and now run my own business, Jenerates, sending unique tools and notions for sewing and yarn crafts all over the world. I've been a litigation solicitor, shop owner, graphic designer, card maker and charity advisor, and now a sewing and knitting person. At CreativeMornings I'll be chatting about being on the Bee, accidentally starting a business and my creative process."

CM Glasgow: What do you think about when you consider this month's theme of THREAD?

Jen: Immediately I think about the wall of threads I have in my sewing room. Very practical!

CM: What motivates you day to day?

JH: The creativity of making my own clothes is my main motivation, that it lets me wear whatever I want. I also enjoy working with waste fabric and factory surplus. My business is entirely based on designing things that I need for myself!

CM: What's a typical day like for you?

JH: My business is full time and then some. Typically I pack orders, walk the dog, spend time on the computer and if I can, in the afternoons I try to do something more creative, that could be content creation for social media, sewing, working on product designs.

CM: Tunnocks Tea Cakes or Caramel Wafers?

JH: Caramel wafers. Probably. Though there’s always room for a tea cake too.

CM: Lastly, if you could describe Glasgow in one word, what would it be?

JH: In one word? It has to be Gallus.

Jen will be our speaker on Friday, November 29th at ALT's offices at McLellan Works on Sauciehall Street. Tickets include breakfast and are free but space is limited. Get yours here!

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Delicious starters at Glasgow Curry House-The Wee Curry Shop

When it comes to beginning your culinary journey  at theweecurryshop, a well-known Glasgow curry house.Savor delicious Glasgow Indian food at theweecurryshop, which features traditional recipes with authentic spices.Here are some of our top starters that you absolutely have to try:

1. Chicken Pakora

2. Garlic Fish Pakora

3. 5 Spiced Chicken Tikka Pakoda

4. Masala Potato Fritters

5. Ginger Fish Cakes

6. Onion Bhajis

7. Poori (Chicken/Mushroom/Chana)

8. Spiced Haddock with Pickling Spices & Tomatoes

Each starter at theweecurryshop is carefully prepared with fresh ingredients and traditional recipes, ensuring a delicious start to your dining experience. Whether you're a fan of spicy, crispy, or aromatic meals, our starters cater to every palate, setting the tone for a great meal.

Address: 7 Buccleuch St, Glasgow G3 6SJ, United Kingdom

To contact us via the call: +44 141 3530777

Our map location: https://maps.app.goo.gl/Uiz9u4uxBc8GSZg16

For more details visit us at: https://theweecurryshop.co.uk/

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Builders In Edinburgh

Perhaps the initial charter of Edinburgh included one of these locations and names. We were able to launch our business with their assistance Edinburgh Bathroom Renovations Our love for you knows no bounds, and we will keep you in our prayers and thoughts as we face this difficult time. May you be blessed with abundant success and joy. Right now, I'm attempting to digest that concept. 

Construction workers in Edinburgh Eventually, you will reach your destination if you stay on a straight and consistent course. When people in Edinburgh, Scotland require a construction company, Glasgow Builders is usually the first name that comes to mind. In times of difficulty, a true friend would remain by your side.

The people of Edinburgh and the surrounding areas are deeply grateful. It may be necessary to repair, renovate, or even rebuild insured properties. Included in the package are these two types of fixes. While our expertise extends to many other domains, house repair is among them. Thanks to our vast experience and outstanding credentials, no one else has the knowledge and insight that we have. Almost every big insurance company and loss adjuster in the world has hired us for restoration services. Both the local and global markets are monitored by this department. Our team has scored a major victory. Thanks to this green light, we were able to expand our company and achieve our objectives. As a sign of our gratitude for the confidence you have placed in us, we will be closely monitoring the progress of the job. Our restoration services have several potential uses, such as home and company renovations, insurance claims, and historical site preservation. We offer all of these things to our consumers because we are a one-stop shop. It would be quite foolish to replace these services before fully appreciating their significance. Our word is our bond, and we will never let you down. All of central Scotland, including Edinburgh, can now take use of our dependable services. The supply of such services is one of our main objectives. Thanks to these solutions, our esteemed organization has seen an increase in clients. Our primary focus is on fulfilling their needs. Whether it's for your home or your business, we can assist you. Organizations are simply one of many entities that can be characterized in this way. We will meet every single one of those businesses' service needs. 

The best builder in Edinburgh works with a diverse range of customers. Members of this group of real estate experts include architects, property managers, and construction surveyors. We have an in-house team whose job it is to encourage communication across different departments Water Damage Restoration Professional licensing, customer service, quantity surveying, contract administration, and a plethora of other subjects are thoroughly covered in the book. Make sure everything is in order before moving forward with the project. Such a criterion encompasses the entire project. Making sure they meet all of these criteria is totally on them. 

These systems require a wide variety of skilled workers for installation, repair, maintenance, and replacement. Jobs such as tile installers, painters, plasterers, plumbers, and HVAC specialists are all part of this broad category. Neither of them is special or interesting. Even though they are both laborers and painters, they are called artists and workers simultaneously. Members of the group, or even those who simply say "worker," are more likely to be original thinkers. From fresh recruits to the chief executive officer, everyone here is green with envy. Having exceptional artistic talent on top of all those other wonderful qualities is just icing on the cake. Nobody on this team has any imagination whatsoever. To label non-creative people as "painters" and disregard their work in the entertainment industry is unfair. Those that are employed also fall under this group. Members of the "workforce" who consider themselves creative or artistic fall into this category. 

The Edinburgh-based construction company has spent the last twelve months completely devoted to one project. You are protected by the current warranty until the end of the year. Their assurance is that you will be content if you listen to and follow their advice. 

Building in Edinburgh always seems to cause prices to decline, no matter how expensive they were before. The decision to buy an extended warranty is entirely up to them. This assurance ensures that you are receiving first-rate support, so you can relax. It appears as though every object is at that height. This idea could have numerous applications. You can have full trust in it because of how easy it is to use. 

Rest assured, we will complete the task you assigned to us promptly and accurately. So that you can unwind, have someone else take care of it. No matter how difficult the road ahead may be, your chances of success will be increased. There is no need to be rushed because we are both dedicated to this. There is currently no cause for concern. You can find all you need right where you are. Having the ability to use something implies that you have access to it. 

Residents of Edinburgh who hold construction-related occupations In every commercial transaction, the organization's reliability should be prioritized. Even when everyone else agrees, who gets to make the final decision? More information regarding the companies you listed would be greatly appreciated. People from all walks of life work as builders and repairmen in the construction sector. The organization views experts, general contractors, and subcontractors as full-time workers. Edinburgh is a great place to set up shop if you're in the general contracting or woodworking sectors. Despite their superficial similarities, the terms "joiners" and "construction workers" signify the same thing. Many people don't know this. Almost every building site requires skilled joiners. 

Our company offers a wide variety of services, some of which are listed below: When you need assistance with any of our many services, our team is here for you around the clock. Damage to homes and other structures can result from a wide variety of natural catastrophes. Things like lightning, smoke, floods, and subsidence fall within this group. We are also quite good at building maintenance and repair. 

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Exploring Dessert Shops and Delivery Services in Glasgow

If you have a sweet tooth and find yourself in Glasgow, you're in for a treat. The city has numerous delightful dessert shops and delivery services catering to every dessert lover's cravings. Glasgow has it all if you're seeking a decadent cake, mouthwatering pastries, or a refreshing scoop of ice cream. In this article, we'll explore the dessert scene in Glasgow, highlighting the best dessert shops, convenient delivery options, and the delectable treats they offer.

Dessert Shops in Glasgow: 

Regarding dessert shops in Glasgow, several establishments stand out for their delectable creations. From artisanal bakeries to trendy patisseries, these dessert shops offer diverse sweet treats to satisfy any palate. Let's dive into some of the city's most renowned dessert shops:

1. Sweet Indulgence: Located in the heart of Glasgow, Sweet Indulgence is a must-visit dessert shop. With an extensive menu boasting an array of cakes, cupcakes, and pastries, this charming bakery is a haven for dessert enthusiasts. Sweet Indulgence caters to every taste bud, from classic favorites to unique flavors, ensuring an unforgettable dessert experience.

2. ChocoBliss: ChocoBliss is a paradise for chocolate lovers. This premium dessert shop crafts exquisite handmade chocolates, truffles, and chocolate-dipped delights. Each creation is carefully crafted using the finest ingredients, promising an indulgent chocolate experience. Whether searching for a gift or simply treating yourself, ChocoBliss is the place to be.

Dessert Delivery Services in Glasgow: 

Sometimes, the comfort of your home calls for a sweet treat delivered right to your doorstep. Luckily, Glasgow offers several dessert delivery services that bring the joy of desserts directly to you. Here are a few notable options:

Sweet Delights Delivery:

With Sweet Delights Delivery, you can enjoy your favorite desserts without leaving the house. This convenient service brings a wide variety of sweet delights straight to your door, ensuring a hassle-free dessert experience. Sweet Delights Delivery has something for everyone, from decadent cakes to tantalizing pastries.

Dessert Express:

Dessert Express specializes in delivering mouthwatering desserts with speed and efficiency. Whether hosting a gathering or craving a late-night treat, Dessert Express covers you. Their extensive menu includes an assortment of desserts, making it easy to satisfy your sweet tooth with a simple click.

The Perfect Dessert Company: 

Look no further if you're searching for a dessert company that can cater to your special occasions or events. Glasgow is home to a remarkable dessert company that can create custom desserts tailored to your preferences. These companies are experts in crafting delectable desserts that leave a lasting impression on your guests.

Conclusion: 

Glasgow's dessert scene is a haven for anyone with a sweet penchant. The city has everything from charming dessert shops offering delectable treats to convenient delivery services that bring desserts right to your doorstep. Indulge in the finest cakes, pastries, chocolates, and more, and experience the tantalizing flavors Glasgow's dessert establishments offer. Whether you're a local or a visitor, exploring the dessert shops and delivery services in Glasgow is an experience that will satisfy your cravings and leave you wanting more.

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Exploring the Best Cake Shops in Glasgow for Every Celebration

Glasgow, with its vibrant culture and rich culinary scene, is renowned for its delightful cake shops that cater to all types of celebrations. Whether you're planning a birthday, wedding, or any special event, finding the right cake shop can make all the difference.

This article will explore the best cake shops in Glasgow, highlighting their unique offerings and emphasizing the importance of quality ingredients and customization options. Among these, one particular shop stands out for its exceptional egg free cake shop near me , making it a go-to destination for those seeking delicious treats.

The Importance of Quality Ingredients

When it comes to cakes, the quality of ingredients is paramount. The best cake shops in Glasgow pride themselves on using fresh, high-quality components that enhance the flavor and texture of their creations. From locally sourced fruits to premium chocolates, the focus on quality ensures that each cake is a delightful experience for customers. Shops that prioritize natural ingredients not only create delicious desserts but also cater to health-conscious consumers looking for indulgent yet wholesome options.

A Variety of Flavors to Satisfy Every Palate

One of the most exciting aspects of exploring cake shops in Glasgow is the diverse array of flavors available. Customers can find everything from classic vanilla and rich chocolate to exotic options like coconut and pineapple. Each shop often has its signature flavors that reflect the creativity and expertise of the bakers. This variety ensures that there is something to please every palate, making it easy to find the perfect cake for any occasion.

Customization: Making Every Cake Unique

Customization is a key feature that sets many cake shops apart. For special events like weddings, birthdays, and anniversaries, customers often seek cakes that reflect their personal style and preferences. The ability to customize flavors, designs, and decorations allows customers to create a cake that truly embodies the spirit of their celebration. Many cake shops in Glasgow offer personalized services, working closely with clients to bring their vision to life.

Popular Cake Trends in Glasgow

As the cake industry continues to evolve, new trends emerge that captivate the hearts of dessert lovers. One such trend is the increasing demand for dietary-specific cakes, such as gluten-free, vegan, and egg-free options. This shift reflects a growing awareness of dietary restrictions and the desire for inclusivity in the dessert scene.

Egg-Free Cakes: A Delicious Alternative

Egg-free cakes have gained significant popularity, particularly among those with egg allergies or those who prefer not to consume eggs for various reasons. The use of creative substitutes allows bakers to create cakes that are just as flavorful and moist as their traditional counterparts. These cakes are made using ingredients like applesauce, banana puree, or yogurt, ensuring that everyone can enjoy a slice of sweetness.

The Eggless Cake Shop: A Standout Choice

Among the many cake shops in Glasgow, the Eggless Cake Shop stands out as a premier destination for egg-free cakes. This establishment specializes in crafting a wide variety of eggless creations, ensuring that no one has to miss out on the joy of indulging in a delicious cake.

Exquisite Selection of Eggless Cakes

At the Eggless Cake Shop, customers can explore an impressive selection of flavors that cater to diverse tastes. From aromatic coffee cakes that awaken the senses to tropical delights like pineapple and coconut cakes, there is something for everyone. Each cake is handcrafted with care, ensuring that customers receive a delightful product. The focus on quality ingredients guarantees that every bite is a pleasure, making these cakes perfect for any celebration.

Customizable Cakes for Special Occasions

The Eggless Cake Shop understands the importance of celebrating special moments. Whether it’s a wedding, birthday, or baby shower, this shop is equipped to provide cakes that enhance any occasion. The ability to customize cakes to fit specific themes and preferences allows customers to create a dessert that is uniquely theirs. This personal touch adds significance to each cake, making it a memorable centerpiece for celebrations.

Freshness and Attention to Detail

A hallmark of the Eggless Cake Shop is its dedication to freshness. Each cake is made to order, ensuring that customers receive a product that is not only delicious but also fresh and flavorful. This commitment to quality is evident in the shop's attention to detail, from the ingredients used to the final presentation of the cakes. Customers can feel confident knowing that they are indulging in a product crafted with love and care.

Finding the Right Cake Shop Near You

As you search for the best cake shop in Glasgow, consider the unique offerings that each establishment provides. Whether you’re looking for artisan bakeries, specialty cake shops, or cupcake shops, the city has a wealth of options to explore. When searching for an “egg-free cake shop near me,” the Eggless Cake Shop is an excellent choice for those seeking delectable, allergy-friendly treats.

Conclusion: Celebrate with the Eggless Cake Shop

In conclusion, Glasgow is home to a variety of exceptional cake shops that cater to every celebration. With a focus on quality ingredients, diverse flavor options, and customization, these establishments ensure that every customer can find the perfect cake for their needs. Among these, the Eggless Cake Shop stands out as a prime destination for those seeking delicious egg-free options.

If you’re in search of an egg-free cake shop near you, look no further than the Eggless Cake Shop. Explore the delightful offerings at this shop and indulge in the sweet solutions it provides. Celebrate every moment with a cake that truly delights, ensuring that everyone can partake in the joy of dessert!

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and for your ease, here's some photos and descriptions of some of these that you may not be familiar with!

Cornish pasty! this is a little pastry pocket with a meat and veg filling that has PGI status. the traditional and authentic filling is; beef, turnip, potato and onion with salt and pepper, the ingredients make their own gravy inside the pastry case and their original purpose [as with a lot of these pastry held meat and veg dishes; may have been to provide a meal to workers who did manual labour in mines, they could get the pastry dirty and discard it while still enjoying the filling.

the toad in the hole! no toads harmed in the making of this; this is a pancake-esque batter and sausages in a tray that are cut into portions, usually with mash potato or roast potato and gravy! quite often if we made this and had left over batter, we'd make pancakes for dessert, so we liked our batter quite plain; but you can add all sorts of seasonings to it!

proper fish and chips, down south in particular we love it with a curry sauce that's particularly unique to fish and chip shops, it's mild and very thick, similar to a westernized chinese curry sauce [you'll often find mixes for it in stores called 'chip shop curry sauce'] our fish and chips is generally going to be a chunky piece of white fish, cod or haddock but it can be other fish as well, along with chunky hand cut chips that slightly resemble steak fries, but they're much softer. not personally my favorite, but i didn't grow up eating a lot of fish!

lancashire hotpot, this is a stew of lamb and veggies in a rich gravy topped with very thinly sliced potato that turn into little crisps on top, it's fun to eat around a table with family when it's cold, since it's super rich and fatty

the scotch egg! imagine a jammy boiled egg concealed in a meatloaf-esque meatball that's been coated in breadcrumbs and fried, then you have a scotch egg! personally i love to make these fresh and the store bought cold ones just don't compare, they can be fiddly to make right, but they're just very fun things

probably one of our most loved curries in the UK, theres some controversy over who created it, between a chef from glasgow and our large south asian community, but we all agree that it's wonderful and easy to prepare and a great introduction to get fussy kids to try curry

knickerbocker glory is a hilarious name, but really it's just an ice cream sundae rippled with raspberry syrup with fresh fruits, you find them a lot by the seaside! sometimes these sundaes will also have jellies and custards included, but from my experience, vanilla icecream, raspberry syrup, fresh fruit, whipped cream and a cherry on top is the classic

banoffee pie! this is a no bake pie similar to a no bake cheesecake. it's a crumbly biscuit and butter base with layers of toffee sauce, bananas and cream on top, it's very rich and indulgent and always makes a mess

and at request of my US living fiance, his absolute favorite, sticky toffee pudding! this is a hot steamed sponge cake with chopped walnuts and dates with a sticky toffee sauce that's drizzled on top [or sometimes injected into the cake itself] it's incredibly rich and best served with icecream!

[reallyhardydraws]

insp by what could come after @look-at-your-shattered-children‘s fic practically married, with some flower advice from @ladytrelaw … so have a drawing and a ficlet from me!

In the end they go for the smallest possible ceremony, just a little affair in Bristol’s city hall. Dea chooses a dress by touch, picking one in satin that swirls around her legs and makes her feel like Titania amongst the forest tangles. By smell she chooses lavender, of course, and weaves a stem into the braid in her hair, along with a few sprigs of baby’s breath because she’s heard they’re traditional, and a few larger chicory blossoms because Gwyn always said they remind him of her.

Gwyn himself wears charcoal grey and a bolo tie with a cold metal clasp, on which there’s the raised design of a wolf, and Dea had delighted in feeling out the point of its little snout. Looks like Mojo, she’d said, and Mojo had woofed his agreement. It had been her father’s, of course, since he’d had his western phase as a young man and Gwyn couldn’t be convinced into wearing a real tie come hell or high water, (though if you asked Dea, she’d say he was really only griping for show, and truly wanted nothing other than to wear the thing, with it being so special to Ursus.)

Of course she wears Gwyn’s mother’s bracelet, her something borrowed for years now, and elects Josiana her maid of honour, because as soon as Dea had mentioned wedding bells around her she’d essentially claimed the position for herself. And that’s alright - Dea’s world is little and once they’d got over their initial jealousy about each other, the two young women found they got along much better than anyone expected them to, what with their similar passions for Gothic romance and tragic theatre. Jojo had thrown herself into dress shopping and hairstyle choices and creating invitations for all of the three extra guests in attendance, and when Dea had found herself teary eyed on the morning of the event, Josiana had been the one to wipe away her tears and hug her tightly before they got into their dresses.

She meets Gwyn now at the altar, Mojo having led her up the aisle, and Gwyn reaches for her hands and holds them tight as Angelica, in the role of officiant, speaks. Together, they say all the necessary responses, and giggle like the schoolchildren they’d been when they first met once they hear the words I now pronounce you married. They kiss and Gwyn has been unmasked from the start, it’s only their dearest friends around anyway, (and everyone in attendance will say afterwards that in the springtime light pouring through the windows, you could hardly see his scars for his smile and the overjoyed tears in his eyes.)

Dea can feel those scars crinkle under her fingers as she holds his face in her hands, her mouth moving against his for a sweet, chaste moment before they pull away, and then they’re husband and wife. And someone snaps a photo and everyone cheers, and suddenly she and Gwyn are the sweet bubble-gum centre in a group-hug lollipop, with Osric’s good arm flung around Gwyn’s neck, and Ursus’s hands on Dea’s shoulders, and David and Jojo squeezing them around the outside, Angelica dragged somewhere into there too.

Together they emerge into the sunlight, and the perfume of roses hits Dea’s nose as tossed petals fly in her face and settle on her hair and shoulders. She holds on tight to Gwyn’s arm and presses her forehead into his shoulder and breathes deeply, deeply.

When they all get back to the house, (with a few white streamers pinned to the walls and a few vases of fragrant flowers on the sturdier surfaces,) Ursus gives a speech, a toast. He takes them all back to the day a scruffy twelve-year-old Gwyn had rescued a tiny eleven-year-old Dea and how, with some coaxing, he’d stuck around afterwards – and just how glad Ursus is that he did so. To my darling girl, he finishes, and my strong, brave lad. May you have many happy years together. May you never have to be apart for long. Beside her, with her hand on his back, Dea can feel a sob bubble up in Gwyn’s chest.

And they all drink, and the dining room table’s been turned into a buffet of home-made delicacies - pierogi and a huge pot of bigos from Angelica, she’d gotten the recipes during her studies in Poland, a selection of misshapen sandwiches because that was the best David and Osric could manage on a team effort and their combined culinary knowledge (which was negligible). There’s a cheeseboard Ursus put together based on a cookbook from 1978, and a cake Josiana commissioned from the best baker in the city - a three tier sponge with sweet buttercream and delicate sugar flowers. An hour later Osric climbs into the sofa with his shoes on and he’d be reprimanded on any other day, but today he gets away with it and gets to give a somewhat tipsy toast of his own, Gwyn, Dea, congratulations! Best ceremony I’ve ever been to, I think, bar that time I stumbled in on a biker wedding in Glasgow – yours a much classier affair I have to say, hey, good on ye!

You’ll be next! someone shouts up at him. Osric sticks out his tongue and gives a drunken chortle, stumbling down from the sofa before flinging his good arm lazily around David’s shoulders, spilling his champagne flute in the process. Jojo fiddles with plugging her phone into the stereo speakers so that they can dance - it’s no expensive wedding reception but they clear a little space in the kitchen for a dance floor and pair up, first father-and-bride and then maid-of-honour-and-bride and then bride-and-tipsy-dundonian and bride-and-tipsy-dundonian’s-boyfriend ‘til finally Dea finds herself in Gwynplaine Trelaw’s unmistakable arms.

“Hello,” he says, bending close to her. “We’re married.”

“Yes,” she replies, giggling. “That we are.”

After so long being practically married, she has to say it doesn’t feel all that different, or at least not yet, but she’s happier than she can express that all their friends were there to witness it happen. And she’s very happy with her dress, the slippery-smooth feel of it just like magic.

“I'm…” Gwyn starts. “I’m really happy. I mean, I didn’t think I wouldn’t be, but now that we’re here…”

“You’re right,” Dea says. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it? Maybe we should get married every week, so we can always feel like this. We could go to Las Vegas.”

“Oh really,” Gwyn replies, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Or we could do a destination wedding and head somewhere tropical.”

“The Bermuda Triangle!” Dea says, thrilled. “And then we’ll honeymoon in Dracula’s castle.”

Suddenly, Gwyn’s lifting her in the air and laughing as he spins them, like he almost never does, like he doesn’t care at all, like everything’s wonderful. Because everything is! Everything’s wonderful, right now, and Dea shrieks with surprised laughter too, still giggling when he sets her safely back down.

“I love you,” Gwyn says, breathless, like he’s so happy he could sing. “I love you.”

“I love you,” says Dea, “I’m going to tell you every day, 'til you’re sick of it.”

“I couldn’t ever be!” Gwyn says, and he twirls her, and they dance. They dance, and their friends dance with them long into the night, and they hold each other tight until everyone else has gone home, and then they dance once more even after all the music has been switched off, when they’re just in their pajamas and the flowers that had been in Dea’s hair are now in the sink, and they hold each other tight until the morning. 

There’s a ring on Dea’s finger, and a matching one on Gwyn’s. And Dea thinks, yes, they might just have to get married a few more times, because after all, she really likes her dress. It’d be a shame if she only got to wear it once.

[chickpeatalia]

I heard "working class!Arthur" and I can't think of anything else yes please!!!

Anon, I know you didnt exactly ask for it, but now that you have put the words “working class!Arhur” into my ask box, you have practically opened pandoras box so I’m just gonna go ahead and talk about it anyway. *mwua*  First things first, I shall note that I am not in fact British, so I might not get a few things right. Second, what we’re gonna talk about today is a rather specific human AU that lives in my head.  Third, this ended up being....incredibly long, I’m sorry. The rest is under the cut!

So, why is working class Arthur splendid?

Obviously, there are many different version of how to do a human AU, and oftentimes fandom likes to go down the rich/royal/elite!Arthur route. Which, in fact, is super valid and oftentimes quite fun too. I like these versions too. However, I think oftentimes a working class background is favourable because 1) it makes more sense, to me, on a meta level  and 2) it has a certain charm to it.

Lets consider the meta level first: - despite stereotypes, Great Britain does not consist of aristocracy and royals alone. What are 600 arstocratic families to 60 million of the rest of the population? - the Industrial Revolution started in Great Britain - factory work, steel mills, textile and most prominently, coal mines in the North of England were all operated by the workers. I feel like in Britain, social classes matter way more than on continental Europe, and also to me personally the working class seemed like a particularly important one, historically speaking. Okay, enough history for now, so lets get into the human AU: - Arthur, who grows up in a large family with four brothers (Alasdair & Dylan who are older. And Sean & Peter who are younger) - his parents had Alasdair very early on and you know how it is. With a baby on the way, you got to make the best out of it and take the first stable job you get. (Which was in Glasgow at the time). - but unforntunately high unemployment rates hit the country, especially the working class (thanks Maggie T</3) and what to do if you lose your job and no new work is to be found? Well, you just go and look somewhere else. In the Kirklands’ case, that somewhere else is Cardiff, Wales where Dylan is born. - So they end up sort of moving quite a lot, practically in every part of the UK, in hopes of finding stable jobs for a bit. - Eventually they settle in a suburb of Manchester, England at long last.

- And life goes on

- They recycle so much clothes between the brothers. A good 40% if not more of Arthur’s clothes used to be either Alasdair’s or Dylan’s. - In turn, Sean and Peter also get Arthur’s old school uniforms. Theyre not particularly nice after all these years, but look, they have five kids. They simply don’t have the money for new ones. ( “Says much about the efficiency of a system when it forces you to wear school uniforms in order to avoid social stigmatisation and yet makes you buy the uniforms yourself, as if richer people couldn’t afford the better ones anyway.” Arthur would say darkly) - lots and lots of second hand shopping. (this is where Arthur got is first leather jacket and Doc Martens from, and yes, this is also when his punk phase has started) - thus his outfits tend to look quite ...interesting. A various mix of old jumpers from the 90s, Dylan’s old plaid shirts and some band t-shirt he got for £5. - one year, he and his brothers were looking for a gift for their mum’s birthday. Arthur didn’t have any cash anymore (yes, it was after he bought the Doc Martens, sacrifies had to be made), so he suggested he tried to bake her a cake. Much cheeper than any other gift. Obviously his brothers mocked him for it (until they actually tried the cake and found out that it actually tasted quite good). Since then Arthur took up baking here and there, and his brothers while not encouraging, do not mock him anymore. They do hope he makes the lemon cake again for Ma’s next birthday though

- SCHOOL ho boy... so the thing is, Arthur is rather clever.

- Academically, he was above average. Acing it in subjects like English and History, being quite good in French (no, he does not bring this fact up often...or...at all), and getting decently by in the rest. Except that one time in PE when he got rowdy with the other boys during a football match (no, not our boy’s brightest moment). - He is intelligent, he even understands subject that he doesn’t particular like, like chemistry. He is quick-witted and sharp tongued and has a natural talent for words and writing. Even rather sophisticated articles and topics do not resent a challenge for him. - Naturally, Arthur toys with the thought of going to university and immediately wants to slap himself for that ridiculous idea. - The thing is, nobody in his family has gone to university so far. Like, he has no, absolute no frame of reference what it entails. - Being from a working class family and then going to university is a scary thing, man. - also, being £30,000 in dept by age 18 is a terror of its own kind - Eventually, he contemplates applying maybe perhaps for the local university and that information seeps through to Alasdair who found it to be a rather ridiculous endeavour. - “Look, you’re shitting your pants about this application one way or another, so why not just go immediately for the top universities instead. If you get rejected, well, at least you got rejected by one of the top universities in the world. But if you get accepted....” “Aw, are you saying you think I could get accepted by one of the best universities in the world?” “I’m not saying anything, you wee little shit. Don’t put words in my mouth. But......being the overachieving know-it-all that you are, you might have a chance.” - For as long as he lives, Arthur’s never gonna admit it but this conversation might have really been the most meaningful thing Alasdair has ever said to him. - And yes, he does apply and yes he does get accepted.

FURTHER HEADCANONS:

- he toned it down by now but the punk never died in him. lots of LGBT+ pins on his jackets too. - that being said, he hates it when people think punk is an aesthetic rather than a political stance (”You cannot be bloody punk and right wing. You just cannot!”) - genuinely likes the taste of beer. Or it might be that it was the cheepest alcoholic beverage he could manage to buy. Situation unclear. - is so prone to get into bar fights oh dear lord when he says “fight me”, he genuinely is 100% down to throw hands even if you beat him bloody - obviously, always votes Labour - will call you a cunt if you’re a Tory - unrelated to anything, but I think he’d wear earrings regularly and they’d be cute - also, has a tendency to dye his hair in crazy colours when he is under pressure - one last thing: oftentimes, Arthur strikes people as incredibly cynic or gloomy or ‘overly engaged in politics’, but growing up the way he grew up, facing so many hardships through the years of which many were directly caused by careless conservative politics...its just hard not to be cynic. My final words here are: this is most definitely not what you were looking for when you sent that ask, anon, but I seriously needed to get this out of my system. If anyone wants to ever talk about my favourite boy Arthur, my ask box is always open.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk<3

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[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 14

[AO3] - 2,072 words

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Lacey kept her eyes fixed on the sign outside Mr Gold’s shop as she walked rapidly towards it, clutching the cardboard tray containing the coffees and muffins in a death grip. She shoved open the door before she could think too hard about it, the bell above jangling, and stepped into the cool darkness of the shop.

Mr Gold was not there, and for a moment she stood, uncertain, bouncing on her toes a little. Then the familiar, rhythmic tap of his cane sounded, and the curtain that separated the back room from the shop was pushed aside.

“May I help - ah.”

Gold paused as he recognised her, sinking back on his heels a little with a wary look on his face.

“Hey,” said Lacey.

He folded his hands over the top of the cane handle, raising his chin a little.

“Miss French,” he said neutrally.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt beneath the suit jacket and waistcoat, the silk gleaming softly in the light from the lamps. The tie was a gunmetal colour, matching the silvery streaks in the silk handkerchief tucked into his pocket. His eyes flicked up and down her so quickly she hardly noticed, but he didn’t lose that wary expression.

Taking a deep breath, and telling herself to get on with it, Lacey marched up to the counter and set down the cardboard tray, taking out the cup with the black coffee and holding it up to him.

“Here,” she said. “Black, no sugar, right?”

Gold’s eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“That’s your order,” she said patiently. “Ruby told me.”

“So?”

“So, I bought you a coffee,” she said. 

He gave her a very level look.

“Did you spit in it?”

“No.”

“Are you planning on throwing it over me?”

“What?” Lacey wrinkled her nose. “No! I - I just bought you a coffee, that’s all.”

“Oh,” said Gold, an air of puzzlement about him. “Why?”

Lacey hesitated.

“Because…” She trailed off lamely. “Uh - well, because I guess I owe you an apology.”

“Really?” Gold’s tone was very dry, and he shifted his feet a little, fingers opening and closing on the cane handle. “For which particular indignity?”

She sighed, letting one hip swing outward as she leaned on the counter. His eyes flicked up and down again.

“I’m sorry I called you a pervert, okay?” she said. “I know the underwear thing was Darcy’s fault.”

“Darcy?”

“My cat,” she explained, and his puzzled expression cleared.

“Ah,” he said. “Well, I did try to tell you that.”

“I know,” she said. “So I’m sorry, okay? And I’m sorry for throwing a drink over you.”

His mouth worked a little, and she could tell he was thinking of making a snide comment. At least he managed to keep silent, she supposed. 

“So - that’s the reason for the coffee,” she added. “And a muffin. Coffee and walnut with chocolate chunks. Smells pretty good.”

“Alright,” he said cautiously.

She waited, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Was there something else?”

Lacey sighed.

“Okay, I’m sorry for flashing your son,” she muttered. “Really, really didn’t intend to do that.”

Gold’s mouth quirked at that, his eyes gleaming.

“Well,” he said. “You certainly made an impression.”

“God...” Lacey closed her eyes, letting her head roll back. “I just wanted us to be even, that’s all.”

“Is it necessary to be nude for that to happen?”

She opened her eyes, looking at him. He definitely looked amused, a tiny smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“You got any better suggestions?” she asked, and he shrugged.

“Maybe I could accept your apology and the coffee,” he suggested. “And we can call it even.”

“Okay.”

There was silence. Gold raised his eyebrow again.

“You appear to be waiting for something,” he said, gesturing towards her, and Lacey huffed in annoyance.

“This is the part where you apologise,” she explained, and his brows drew down.

“For what?”

“For flashing me!” she snapped. “For opening my shipment of sex toys!”

“Both of these unfortunate occurrences were entirely accidental.”

“For - for being a snarky bastard when you brought over the box!” she went on, and Gold rolled his eyes.

“If you want me to apologise for my use of sarcasm we’ll be here all day.”

“You threw a drink over me!” she protested, and he sighed.

“I did,” he acknowledged. “And given that you have professed some sort of - regret - for your insults, I offer you an apology of equal worth and sincerity.”

Lacey opened her mouth, closed it again, and wondered if he was making fun of her. She decided that she didn’t have the energy to argue about it.

“Fine,” she said. “Enjoy your coffee. I had Ruby make it as bitter as your personality.”

She snatched up the paper bag of muffins and her own coffee and turned on her heel.

“Ah - Miss French?”

Lacey rolled her eyes, swivelling on her toes to face him. Gold flicked a finger at her.

“I believe one of those muffins was mine.”

“You’re not gonna tell me you’re sweet enough?” she asked dryly, and he chuckled.

“I think we both know that’s not true.”

“Hmm.” She put down her coffee on the counter and reached into the paper bag, bringing out a muffin and holding it up. “Here you go. Sweet, tempting, and delicious. Your polar opposite in every way.”

Gold grinned, the gold tooth on his lower jaw glinting, and she set the muffin on the counter between them. He glanced down, and she watched as the tip of his tongue moistened his lower lip. He wasn’t quite meeting her eyes, and for a moment she thought he looked unsure of himself. 

“I’ll take these in the back room,” he said, and hesitated again. “Do you - want to sit down?”

Lacey eyed him for a moment. He was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and she raised her chin, licking her lips just as he had done.

“Okay.”

He nodded, picking up the muffin.

“If you wouldn’t mind bringing the coffees,” he said, gesturing with the muffin. “Only one free hand, you see.”

He turned away, cane clicking on the floor, and Lacey set both coffees back in the cardboard tray, balancing her own muffin next to them and following him through to the back room. She glanced around, eyeing the shelves filled with stock, pawned items marked with labels, and what she presumed were antiques awaiting cleaning or repair. Gold put his muffin down on a workbench and gestured to a stool.

“Please,” he said. “Take a seat.”

Feeling awkward, Lacey sat down on the stool, setting the coffees on the bench next to her and offering him his. She pulled a chunk of muffin off, popping it into her mouth and watching Gold furtively as he lowered himself onto the stool opposite and rested his cane against the bench. He reached for the coffee, taking a sip, and Lacey realised she hadn’t been chewing the muffin at all. It sat in her mouth, a sweet ball of soft, coffee-scented cake, and she grabbed at her drink, chewing and swallowing before chasing it with a mouthful of coffee. The muffin was as good as it smelled, she decided, the chocolate chips rich and dark and an excellent accompaniment to the coffee.

“So,” said Gold. “Your cat’s name is Darcy.”

“Yeah,” said Lacey.

“As in Pride and Prejudice Darcy?”

“Well, he was a rescue,” she explained. “And when I went to the shelter, all the other kittens were playing and he was kind of standing at the side looking uncomfortable. He’s really great when you get to know him, though.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, setting down his coffee. “He’s been spending the evenings at my house. He likes chicken. And fish, when I have it.”

Lacey’s eyes widened.

“So it’s you that’s been feeding him!” she exclaimed. “He turns his nose up at the cat food I put out for him because he’s eating gourmet crap at your house?”

“I only gave him a few scraps.” Gold looked amused. “I can stop, if you like.”

Lacey huffed.

“He really stays with you?” she asked.

“Stretches himself out on the lounge floor and watches me read,” he said. “It’s actually nice to have a little company.”

“Huh,” she said. “Yeah, I hear you.”

There was silence. She sipped at her coffee, setting down the cup and taking another piece of muffin.

“What made you move to Storybrooke?” he asked, and she licked crumbs from her fingers.

“I needed a total change,” she said. “New York was great - expensive, but great - but it was kind of weighing me down. I grew up in a small town something like this. Maybe I was trying to get back to - I don’t know, a simpler life, maybe?”

“I suppose I can understand that.” He took another drink of coffee. “If it’s a quiet life you’re after, you could do a lot worse.”

He took a bite of muffin, making a noise of appreciation, and Lacey put her head to the side.

“What about you?” she asked. “I mean, with that accent, you definitely weren’t born here.”

“No, I grew up in Glasgow.”

“How d’you end up in Maine?”

Gold gave a somewhat secretive smile.

“Long story.”

“I’d like to hear it.”

He shrugged a little.

“Maybe some other time.”

Lacey realised she wasn’t going to get anything more out of him on that front. She took another drink.

“So,” she said. “Ruby says you have a grandson.”

“Yes, Henry.” His eyes softened a little. “He reminds me of Neal at his age. Bright, curious about everything. He’s a good boy.”

There was more silence, and she tried to think of something to say. Gold spared her the trouble, sucking crumbs from his fingers before glancing at her.

“I read your article with Miss West,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” She perked up a little. “What did you think?”

Gold pulled a face.

“It was more interesting in what it didn’t say,” he remarked, and Lacey deflated a little.

“Yeah, well…” she muttered. “Sidney doesn’t want a lawsuit, I guess. I had to trim out all the juicy stuff I couldn’t prove.”

“Hmm.” He looked amused at that. “Have you noticed that she’s not on good terms with the Mayor?”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” asked Lacey. “From the look on her face, she seems to really hate Regina, but I haven’t heard that they had a fight about anything.”

“I very much doubt Mayor Mills is aware of her - animosity,” he said. “You might want to look into her distant past.”

Lacey was intrigued.

“What’ll I find?”

Gold grinned, reaching for his muffin again.

“If I told you that,” he said. “It would take all the fun out of it, wouldn’t it?”

He tore off a piece of muffin, popping it into his mouth, and Lacey took a deep breath.

“Can I interview you?” she asked, in a rush, and his eyes widened.

“What?”

“For the paper,” she explained. “Sidney bet me I couldn’t get you to agree to an interview, so since we’re now best buddies, I thought I’d ask.”

Gold looked amused.

“It’ll take a lot more than a coffee and muffin to get on my good side, Miss French.”

“Oh yeah?” said Lacey. “What more do you want?”

His smile grew.

“I don’t know just yet.”

He took a drink of coffee, and she ate the last piece of her muffin.

“So, is that a no?”

Gold popped the last of his own muffin into his mouth, dusting crumbs from his hands and sitting back.

“For now,” he said. “Ours is a new and fragile peace, after all.”

“Very poetic.”

“I have my moments.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not planning on throwing any more drinks on you,” she said. “Promise not to flash me again and I’m sure we’ll get along fine.”

“Extend me the same courtesy and we’re agreed.” 

He was grinning, and she got the feeling he enjoyed being challenged.

“Fine,” she said loftily, and raised her cup. “Here’s to never seeing each other naked.”

Gold looked as though he was trying very hard not to laugh, but picked up his own cup.

“To propriety.”

They touched the cups together, and Lacey met his eyes, breath catching at the amused glint in them. Good job at not getting the hots for the guy, Lacey. Excellent work.

[thestraggletag]

Three Appointments and a Wedding

AN: Hi, @magicalgiven it is I, your Secret Santa! If I’m not mistaken we are both Argentinians in which case commiserate with me over the fucking hot weather we’ve been having. Because it fucking sucks. It was a pleasure to be your Santa, and I’m sorry this fic didn’t get smutty. I tried to add as much spice at the end as I could. It was challenging but fun because the accidental engagement prompt has been done a lot in the fandom so it was nice to try and put my spin on things. I hope you like it!

Prompt: Accidental engagement and consequences.

Summary: Mr Gold would do anything to help his only son plan his wedding, even if it is getting mistaked for the groom over and over as his crush gets mistaken for the bride. Over and over.

Rating: PG-13

He reminded himself that Bae had been clear about his distaste for a big wedding, and Emma as well. As far as they both were concerned they were better off with a simple civil ceremony and a honeymoon in Florida. But Emma’s parents insisted that their only child, their little princess, marry in style, so something grander was decided upon. He had to admit he hadn’t put up much of a fight. He did not have a lot in common with the Nolans- no matter how much David insisted on treating him like best mates whenever they met- but he did agree with them on the wedding. Bae was his only son and he wished to make a fuss about his wedding as well.

So he couldn’t really say no when Bae called to ask him to please take his place at a catering appointment in Portland. He had been summoned to a surprised meeting with a client that was a rather big to-do at his job. He did something related to web design that he couldn’t for the life of him understand, but it allowed him to work from home most of the time and stay in Storybrooke, so he was glad to be of assistance if he needed it.

He arrived at the catering business with a bit of time to spare, introducing himself and letting the person checking the appointment know he was waiting for someone. Not Miss Swan, because apparently she also had urgent business that could not be delayed- she did work in law enforcement, so there was a small chance she wasn’t lying to get out of “boring wedding stuff” as she kept calling it right in front of her mother and likely to annoy her. He had been told she would send Miss Lucas as a replacement, since she knew her way around a menu. He did not look forward to it, though perhaps he could amuse himself with trying to figure out how to raise the subject of the diner’s rent being due next week over talk of canapes. 

“Mr Gold, you got here before me!”

He turned around, a part of him recognising instantly that charming Australian lilt. He looked slightly down to find Miss Belle French, the town’s librarian as of three years. She was dressed, as always, rather charmingly, and looked less out of place in the city than in their small town. 

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long. The original plan was for Ruby to fill in for Emma, but Granny’s arthritis started acting up so she had to stay and help at the diner. Oh, please don’t tell Granny I told you that or she’ll never forgive me.”

He recalled she was an old friend of Miss Swan’s, from before she came back to Storybrooke, back when she was living in New York as a bit of a rebellion against her parents, doing bounty hunting work of all things. They had been roommates while Miss French went to NYU for her master’s in Library Science and worked at an antique bookstore. He knew only because he knew the bookstore and thought it smart to hold onto that piece of information. Book restoration and re-binding wasn’t his specialty, so it was nice to know of someone he could consult with if the need ever arose.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Miss French. I will even abstain of using the information against Granny the next time she tries to overcharge me for coffee. I hope you understand what a sacrifice that is.”

She laughed and he tried to pretend he didn’t feel overly smug about it, turning instead to open the door for her.

“Oh, Mr Gold, I see your fianceé is here! Lovely to meet the future Mrs Gold.”

He fumbled, his brain too caught up in what had just been said to register the small step on his way. He righted himself just as Miss French stammered a surprised denial.

“Oh, right, I apologise for assuming you would change your name after marriage, Miss Swan. Please, follow me.”

The man, a strongly-accented Frenchman, if his ears did not deceive him, swept past them and deeper into the shop, forcing them both to follow. The back was a rather nice dining area, small but with lots of windows to let in natural light. It was right next to the kitchen, but it still felt private and quiet. They were ushered into a table already prepared for them and served a sample of entrées along with a card detailing the ingredients of each one.

“Well, I suppose it’s an obvious mistake to make, and it would be unkind to correct him, he’d be mortified. I hope you don’t mind playing the would-be groom for a day, Mr Gold. At least we get some nice food out of it.”

“It’ll make a nice change from Granny’s overpriced lasagna.”

She slapped him gently on the arm, trying to conceal her smile, and he was surprised at how nice the gesture felt. Not many people touched him, and less with that sort of uncomplicated ease. He was glad that Miss French felt comfortable around him.

“So, what type of food does Miss Swan enjoy?”

“You should really begin calling her Emma, you know. And me Belle, none of that Miss French nonsense. This is not some nineteenth century pretend engagement, you know. I hope we can consider ourselves a modern pretend couple.” Miss French- Belle- smiled at him over the rim of her water glass before taking a sip. “As for Emma, she likes bar food. If it was up to her we’d serve peanuts and fries for entrées and burgers as the main course. I understand her parents talked her out of it, so perhaps nothing very fancy, but tasteful at the same time.”

He had given up on the day that morning, thinking it would be spent trying to make awkward conversation with a confrontational Miss Lucas, glaring daggers at him from across a rather small table because he dared charge rent for the property her grandmother rented from him. Instead he found himself discussing food and wine with someone he was infinitely more fond of and could not even muster enough grumpiness later in the evening to snark at Bae when he called later at night to thank him for subbing for him.

“It’ll be the last time, pops, I swear.”

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The week after the catering appointment Bae called him in a panic to beg him to go for him to the florist appointment, also in Portland. He swallowed a few choice words learned in his youth in Glasgow, closed his shop and drove to the address Bae texted him. He was somewhat less surprised than before to find Miss French there, sitting on a bench outside the shop and reading a book. Something niggled at the back of his head but when he greeted her and they got to explain their presence he realised it made a bit more sense. Miss Swan’s job was a bit emergency-heavy and Miss French was the daughter of a florist, so it made sense to send her as a replacement.

She knew her stuff, as he could tell almost as soon as they set foot into the shop, to the delight of the old, red-haired florist that handled their appointment. The librarian engaged her in a rather interesting discussion on the meaning of flowers and the importance of harmonious scents, something he had never considered before. They spent a rather lovely hour touring the greenhouse and browsing through the catalogues, with Miss French- “Honestly, Arran, it’s Belle, you agreed!”- making a game out of it, picking something and having him guess whether it was a choice for Miss Swan’s wedding or a reflection of personal taste. He learned from it that Belle liked blue as much as her outfits had already implied and that she loved hydrangeas, thought them elegant but soft.

“Too soft for Emma. She likes bold colours and is not fond of traditional flowers, so I was thinking perhaps something with bougainvilleas? They have such lovely deep pink colour, almost red. What do you think?”

It was a bit intoxicating, the smell of the flowers, the heat of the shop and Belle French talking about flowers with a passion that stirred something in him that had nothing to do with centerpieces or boutonnieres. It wasn’t until they were out of it, inhaling the crisp evening Portland air, that he realised the florist had mistaken them for the engaged couple as well, and neither of them had made any effort to correct her. Well, that would’ve been rude, he reasoned. No need to put the old woman in the spot.

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The morning of the cake-tasting appointment he had woken up with the knowledge that he was likely to get a “surprise” call from Bae begging him to “fill in” for him at the cake shop, and he could not even bring himself to feel angry about it. The wedding was, after all, a rather rushed affair, seeing as to how it was not what either the bride or groom had planned for, so allowances had to be made for the couple. That or they both were trying to punish their parents for pushing on them a grander event than the one they had wanted in the first place.

On his way out of town he passed by the library, insisting he would drive Miss French who was, surprisingly, filling in for Miss Swan again. She didn’t seem to mind yet another disruption into her schedule.

“I love Storybrooke, but I don’t mind admitting that it’s nice to go out to a big city every now and then.”

The bakery that would make the cake- one of the few that would accommodate the short notice of the order placement- was located in Bangor, which seemed to merge big-city vibes with small-town charm. The bakery itself was lovely, with a white and beige storefront and a myriad of colourful treats on display. It smelled strongly of vanilla and chocolate inside, and there was a dreamy, romantic sort of quality to the decoration. They were ushered into a warm, cosy room where they spent the next hour and a half tasting different cakes, one better than the next.

“Emma is a bit chocolate obsessed, so I’m leaning towards the chocolate champagne one. It was delicious.”

He tried not to replay in his mind the way she had moaned at the first taste of that one, eyes closing in absolute bliss.

“I still can’t believe that little urchin had me fill in for him again, so I’m not even considering his tastes. My vote is for the strawberry shortcake.”

Belle frowned, idly liking some frosting from her fork. His left hand tightened around the napkin on his lap.

“Isn’t Bae allergic to strawberries?”

“Exactly.”

The librarian laughed, which he was rather surprised by. Very few shared his rather dark sense of humour, most found the content and his delivery of it rather off-putting. He tried not to preen at the idea. 

“Might want to hold on in killing him until after the wedding. After all, we have invested quite a few hours into the preparation already. Feels more like our wedding, in a way.”

He choked on a rather lovely piece of red velvet cheesecake, fumbling for his glass of water to try and wash it down. He realised the danger he was in, all of a sudden, perhaps too late. His crush had been safe when he had not had much of a chance to interact with the librarian and get to know her. But spending entire days with her had changed things, giving his feelings depth that he did not entirely appreciate. His instinct of self-preservation was urging him to do something. Say something mean or cutting, or close himself off. Perhaps invent some business emergency and leave, letting Belle figure out on her own how to get back to town. If she was cross with him, if she hated him, if she decided to keep his distance, he would be safe.

But, surprisingly, he found that he was rather tired of feeling safe, and of pushing people away.

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“You know, we didn’t do half-bad in the end, all things considered.”

He turned around, tearing his eyes away from his son and his new wife trying to waltz. He was sure someone was filming it, anyway, and he’d get to tease Bae about it later. Belle looked absolutely stunning in a Halston dress, an architectural number in navy blue with a champagne-coloured lining that peeped from the folds of the skirts and a bit of a train in the back, the hem landing above the knee at the front and below it at the back. It was a far cry from what most women were wearing, in particular the friends of the mother of the bride, but it was exactly what he had expected from her: bold, flirty, and the slightest bit of out place in a small town, without really seeming to realise. Her lips were a lovely deep, dark red and smiling wide. At him, of all people.

“Yes. The flowers do look splendid, Miss French. You have quite an eye for it.”

She hooked her arm through his, looking admonishingly up at him.

“It’s Belle. Unless you’ve decided I cannot call you Arran anymore.”

If he were stronger, he would politely insist on calling her Miss French, thus gently reestablishing their more formal dynamic. It would be safer, certainly. But he found himself unable to muster the energy for it. It was a happy day, and he was ecstatic as the father of the groom should be. Seemed like the occasion to do what he wanted and not necessarily what he thought was best. Indulge a bit.

“Belle, then. I rather like how you pronounce my name, seems a shame to make you stop.”

Her eyes widened, and so did her smile. He tried to remember how many glasses of champagne he had drunk, but could not recall. He had indulged there too, but that was only because he had been sitting next to David Nolan for dinner and he had kept trying to talk to him about sports. He had made the mistake of trying to discuss the UEFA Super Cup, but that had only led to ten minutes of David Nolan referring to football as soccer and displaying no understanding of the rules of the game.

“So, how’s the proud father? Was it all you hoped it would be?”

He looked around. The venue was lovely, a manor outside Storybrooke that was used exclusively for events like weddings and such, with extensive gardens and lovely, broad balconies. The Nolans had secured the place, seemed they knew the owner and had been able to pull some strings. It was decorated a bit like an enchanted forest, in shades of silver, gold and bold touches of bright pink and dark blue.

“Well, Bae remembered his lines and didn’t step on Miss Swan’s train at any point so the wedding has exceeded my wildest expectations.”

He glanced again towards his son, dancing something a bit more lively with Emma and looking infinitely more at ease doing so. They truly suited each other, and he was glad of that. Glad that Bae would know, hopefully, nothing but love in his family he meant to build for himself.

“It’s a lovely song. Would you care to dance?”

A tricky question, since the answer was both a resounding no and a desperate yes, but he merely pointed towards his cane as a way out. It seemed he was not the only one emboldened by drink, however, if Belle’s flashing eyes and red cheeks were anything to go by.

“Oh, come on, just some gentle swaying. We could go outside, if you don’t wish others to see. It’s a bit stuffy in here anyway.”

There was no way for him to deny her, nor did he wish to anymore. He let her lead him out, into one of the terrace-like balconies attached to the ballroom, and wrapped her arms around his neck, prompting his own to wrap around her waist. They soon fell into a slow, easy rhythm, lazy and yet strangely exhilarating. He felt loose and tightly-wound at the same time, and could not decide whether he liked the feeling or not.

“It really is a lovely wedding, by the way.”

“Yes, I think we did rather well, all things considered. Certainly more than what Bae deserved, taking into account how little he worked for it.”

She tugged on his hair, he assumed as a way to chastise him. It had rather the opposite result, sending a jolt of fizzy pleasure up and down his spine.

“You rather enjoyed it, admit it. And I did too. In a way it’s sad that the wedding has happened and our outings are at an end.”

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, teeth worrying her lower lip the slightest bit. He got the feeling that there was something he was not seeing or sensing, some signal he was not quite deciphering. But it was getting rather difficult to think, with the champagne in his veins, and the feel of Belle in his arms and the way she smelt like orange blossom. 

“You look lovely, by the way.” He realised he hadn’t told her, and it seemed like a major oversight. “Stunning, really. Gorgeous. Too good to be wasting your time out on the balcony with me.”

What the fuck was wrong with him? When had he lost complete control of his bleeding mouth?

“Don’t say that. I like spending time with you. A lot.” She bit her lip again and he wondered if his blood pressure could take it. “Actually, I was hoping we could spend more time together, if you wished it.”

There was no mistaking the flirty turn of her lips, or the coyness dancing in her eyes, even to an expert in self-denial such as him. He tried to form words to reply to her, something along the lines of “Yes, please” or “Is it tomorrow night too soon?” but his vocal cords were suddenly useless, and in a sudden panic that she would interpret his stupid silence for a rejection of her advances he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. He felt her stiffen in his arms for a second, saw her eyes widen in surprise, but the next moment she was pressing back against him, tipping her head back to better capture his mouth with her own. She took absolute control with a quiet, fierce determination that he found incredibly erotic. He was happy to reciprocate, to tighten his arm around her waist and open his mouth to her, his left hand tightening around the handle of his cane with something that felt like petulant frustration at not being able to simply drop the damned thing hold her properly, perhaps delve a hand into her hair, feel if it was as soft as it always looked. 

She seemed to read his mind, for she maneuvered them clumsily towards the rather tall balustrade. He eagerly leaned against it before dropping his cane in the nick of time to catch the librarian’s leg, which sought to wrap itself around his waist. Her obvious, undisguised want was disarming, making him forget himself in a way he had never allowed himself to-

“Papa, what the fuck?”

“Belle!”

Both him and Belle startled, with her regretfully taking a few steps away from him, leaving him to notice the chill in the air. When he glanced at the entrance of the balcony he saw his son and Miss Swan, looking radiant in her Vera Wang dress and also, bizarrely, quite smug.

“Hey, Bae, didn’t see you there.”

His accent barely made the words intelligible, but there was no helping that. He always lost control of his brogue when he was nervous.

“Clearly!” Bae sounded shrill, more child than man. Reminded him of the infamous temper-tantrums the lad had thrown once upon a time. “How could you? At my own wedding?!”

Fuck, he was right. He had been caught fucking making-out and almost doing God-knew-what just a few bloody steps away from his son’s wedding reception. What was the matter with him?

“I mean, why couldn’t you wait? I had almost won the bet!”

What?

“You only had to last until after the wedding! I was so close, pops! And you were doing so well!”

“Yes, yes, it’s all very sad. Now remember, Bae, you promised at least two dances with Regina’s sister. At least she’s unlikely to hit on you at your own wedding, so there’s that.”

Emma smiled up at her new husband, kissed his cheek, turned him around and directed him back towards the ballroom with a not-so-gentle smack in the ass. She smiled, gave Belle a thumbs up and an “atta girl” and walked out of the balcony, closing the French doors behind her.

“What the fuck was that?”

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How Much Nutrition Do You Get From Different Desserts?

Desserts are a treat for many people and can be enjoyed as part of a balanced diet. However, not all desserts provide the same amount of nutrition. Understanding the nutritional value of various desserts can help you make informed choices about what to eat. In this article, we will take a closer look at the nutrition you can get from ice cream, waffles, and milkshakes.

Ice Cream

Ice cream is a popular dessert, but it is often high in sugar and fat. A serving of ice cream can range from 1/2 to 1 cup and can contain anywhere from 150 to 300 calories. It is also high in saturated fat, which can raise cholesterol levels and increase the risk of heart disease.

On the plus side, ice cream does contain calcium, which is important for building strong bones, and some brands are fortified with vitamins A and D. However, you'll want to limit your portion size and choose a lower-fat variety to minimize the negative health effects. You can get the best one at the ice cream shop Glasgow.

Brownies

Brownies are a type of cake that is often high in calories, sugar, and fat. A single serving of a brownie can contain anywhere from 200 to 500 calories, with most of its calories coming from carbohydrates, sugar, and fat.

Brownies are also often made with refined flour, which is stripped of its fiber and nutrients. To make brownies a healthier option, consider using whole-grain flour, adding nuts or fruit, and choosing a lower-fat recipe.

Waffles

Waffles are a classic breakfast food that can also be enjoyed as a dessert. A standard waffle contains around 200 to 250 calories, with the majority of its calories coming from carbohydrates. Most of these carbohydrates come from refined flour, which is stripped of its fiber and nutrients.

The waffle dessert near me is also high in sugar and low in fiber, vitamins, and minerals. To make waffles a healthier option, consider using whole-grain flour, adding fruit or nuts, and choosing a lower-fat topping such as yogurt.

Cheesecake

Cheesecake is another popular dessert that is often high in calories, sugar, and fat. A single serving of cheesecake can contain anywhere from 300 to 700 calories, with most of its calories coming from sugar and fat.

Cheesecake is also high in saturated fat, which can raise cholesterol levels and increase the risk of heart disease. To make cheesecake a healthier option, consider using low-fat cheese, reducing sugar, and adding fruit to the top.

Milkshakes

Milkshakes are a treat that can be high in calories, sugar, and fat. A large milkshake can contain as many as 700 calories, with most of its calories coming from sugar and fat. A single serving of a milkshake can also provide over half the daily recommended intake of sugar for an adult.

On the bright side, some milkshakes are fortified with vitamins and minerals, but it's important to check the label and choose a lower-fat variety to limit the negative health effects. Now, you can order milkshake online at any time of the day.

Incorporating desserts into a balanced diet is possible

Ice cream, waffles, and milkshakes can all be enjoyed in moderation, but it's best to choose lower-fat, lower-sugar options to minimize the negative health effects. Try to pair these treats with nutrient-dense foods such as fruit or yogurt, and be mindful of portion sizes to keep your calorie intake in check.