#caramel pudding with egg

[fullcravings]

Vegan Salted Caramel Pudding

[iknkeli]

Hooman, being or creature (or whatever you'd prefer to be called.

What's your favourite food?

hehe...MUAAHHAHAHA caramel pudding 😛

[certifiedceliac]

V/GF Sticky Toffee Banana Bread Pudding (Nourishing Amy)

[miss-floral-thief]

lol randomly craving pudding

[mllekisskiss]

Persimmon Pudding In this persimmon pudding recipe, persimmon pulp is combined with spices, eggs, sugar, flour, and butter and baked for a delectable dessert. 1/2 teaspoon baking soda, 2.5 cups milk, 2 cups all-purpose flour, 1 pinch salt, 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract, 2 cups persimmon pulp, 2 large eggs beaten, 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 2 teaspoons baking powder, 2.5 cups white sugar, 4 tablespoons melted butter

[realbananazzz]

Recipe for Persimmon Pudding Persimmon pulp is combined with spices, eggs, sugar, flour, and butter in this recipe for persimmon pudding, which is then baked to create a delicious dessert.

[baishakhizhomecooking]

Looking for a delicious and easy-to-make dessert recipe? Look no further than this amazing Bread Pudding Recipe in Rice Cooker! In this video, we'll show you step-by-step how to create a mouth-watering caramel bread pudding that your family and friends will absolutely love.

[tj-crochets]

Pie update: I finished making the salted caramel sauce! This is the recipe I use for salted caramel apple pie, but I use a different pie crust recipe with just butter, no shortening or vodka. I also don't use the 3/4 cup of lemon juice and tbh I'm not sure why it's there? Like, to stop the apples from oxidizing, but that's a lot of lemon juice to immediately drain off the apples and then the next step is assembling the pie where the apples will be covered in caramel. If I have a lemon on hand when I'm making the pie, I'll put some lemon on the apples as I slice them, but if I don't have a lemon I don't and I have not noticed a difference

No crafting update today, because I am starting the process of making pie for the first time in years!! The pie crust is chilling in the fridge, I'm going to get the ingredients coming to room temp to make the caramel sauce soon, and tomorrow I'll make the rest of it I know this might seem like not a big deal but I am so excited! It has been so long since I've been physically capable of making a pie. And like, yeah, I still can't do it all myself like I used to be able to, my brother is going to help me peel and chop the apples, but still!! I'm going to get to have caramel apple pie again!! :D

[sugarydolli]

Pudding.

Delicate, soft, and spongy in all its nature, made from the simplest of ingredients consisting of milk, sugar, and eggs.

Strangely, Katsuki couldn't make pudding.

He was actually rather embarrassed about the fact; huge blow to his ego considering how easy it is to make. Either he burned it or it fell apart as soon as he flipped the mold over, he just couldn't get this right.

The instructions were simple; pour sugar into a dry stainless steel saucepan and cook the sugar over medium heat—stirring occasionally for five minutes; carmel. the smell that was radiating off him after asking you to meet him after class.

Heat the milk and heavy cream in a saucepan, adding whisked milk and sugar to the mixing once hot, adding a dash of vanilla and whisking together; custard. vanilla wafting into his nose just as strong as your perfume oil, only missing that signature powdery note.

Divide both the caramel and custard into molds— place the molds into an oven-safe container and add hot water—bake in the oven for thirty minutes then let cool; wait. the dreaded waiting game Katsuki loathed, unsure if his hard work was worth it, if it even mattered? Would the mold hold up right? Did he bake it long enough? Was he not meant for pudding? Was he meant for you?

His heart pounded fiercely against his chest, blood rushing to his ears depleting all sound, questions fired off so quickly in his head, he was spinning. Hands shaking slightly as he gently tilted over the mold, giving a gentle but firm pat to the top. Until a plop hit the plate underneath.

୨୧

"'suki—"

A meek voice interrupted his train of thought, idly reaching for his backpack and pulling out a pink small container, there revealed the perfectly crafted soft treat.

"You know, It's a shame you couldn't even make such a simple recipe by yourself-"

But he's cut off by the various string of praises that fall out your lips, face buried into his neck, arms wrapped firmly around his neck as a small smile found its way on his face.

Katsuki was meant for pudding.

୨୧

bye-bye ♡(>ᴗ•)/☆*:.｡

[r1poutmygvtz]

low cal foods and my safe foods/ingredients:

(to remind myself when i go shopping so i don't panic and forget what to buy, *next to one means i haven't tried it yet but will try it eventually)

long list and i will most likely keep adding as i remember things :3

*kraft fat free shredded cheddar/mozzarella cheese (45c per 28g)

*great value cheese slices (30c per slice/21g)

philadelphia whipped cream cheese (50c per 22g)

*great value whipped cream cheese (50c per 21g [^^cheaper option])

hersheys unsweetened cocoa powder (10c per 5g)

choboni zero sugar lactose free strawberry greek yogurt (70c per 170g)

starkist tuna pouches (70-110 per pouch depending on flavor [ones not in oil])

hy-vee tuna pouch (60c per pouch)

starkist deli style tuna salad pouch (80c per pouch)

great value chicken pouch (70c per pouch)

ice sparkling water (5c per bottle)

c4 energy drinks (0-10c per can depending on size and flavor)

mission zero carb mini original/sriracha ranch tortillas (25c per 18g)

bettergoods keto wheat bread (30c per 28g)

great value cauliflower rice (15c per 76g)

great value frozen sliced carrots (30c per 85g)

great value frozen broccoli florets [32 oz bag] (25c per 85g)

great value frozen cauliflower (30c 85g)

great value frozen strawberries (50c 140g)

great value frozen blueberries (70c per 140g)

*wymans blueberry strawberry banana/yogurt strawberry raspberry bite cups (40c per cup)

great value eggs (70c per egg)

great value frozen small shrimp peeled and tail off (80c per 112g)

great value frozen chopped onions (35c per 85g)

jongga vegan kimchi (10c per 28g)

oceans halo seaweed (20g per pack)

pantry basix sweet teriyaki (5c per 15ml)

cucumbers (15c per 100g)

dannon light and fit yogurt cups (50c per cup)

miracle whip light mayo (20c per 15g)

kraft lite ranch (60c per 32g)

lee kum kee sriracha (5c oer 7g)

clover valley dijon mustard (5c per 5g)

*great value oven roasted turkey breast slices (50c per 56g)

marketside classic iceberg salad (15c per 85g)

vlasic kosher baby dill pickles (5c per 3 pickles)

great value unsweetened applesauce (50c per 122g)

torani sugar free coffee syrup (0c per 15ml)

*maple grove farms sugar free maple syrup (5c per 30ml)

crazy richard's peanut butter powder (50c per 12g)

*smuckers sugar free jam/preserves (10c per 17g)

great value sugar free jello (20c per box)

hyvee instant chicken bouillon powder (5c per 4g)

quaker lightly salted rice cakes (35g per rice cake)

laughing cow light cheese wedges (25c per wedge)

for you bagged radishes (10c per 75g)

*jell-o sugar and fat free vanilla/white chocolate/banana cream pudding mix (80c per box)

bettergoods unsweetened vanilla/original almond milk (30c per 240ml)

marcel's modern pantry unsweetened oat milk (20c per 240ml)

jack links teriyaki/original/sweet & hot mini jerky pouches (50c per pouch)

*skinny pop butter popcorn (140c per bag)

*skinny pop original/white cheddar popcorn (150c per bag)

*gerber toddler trays (120-160c per tray)

*gerber toddler pick-ups (60-140c per bowl)

gerber baby puffs (25c per 7g)

gerber yogurt melts (30c per 7g

gerber rice rusks/teethers (30c per 7g/2 packs)

gerber lil crunchies (35c per 7g)

*little bellies apple and berry softcorn (35c per bag)

pure protein shakes (140c per bottle, 30g protein)

great value pumpkin purée (40c per 120g)

*that's smart small curd low fat 1% cottage cheese (60c per 113g)

werthers sugar free hard candy (100c per bag)

*werthers sugar free chewy caramel (130c per bag)

*werthers sugar free chocolate caramel (100c per bag)

*werthers sugar free caramel coffee (130c per bag)

[fullcravings]

Vegan Sticky Toffee Pudding

[angel-dustspo]

Daily check in – Day 9

Workouts:

FAV WORKOUT DAYYY: 20 minutes dumbell toned arms - growingannanas

20 minutes HIIT cardio by growwithjo

Steps: 11 300

Eating:

breakfast: a ham and cheese sandwich, ½ apple, a tangerine, almonds, some choc overnight oats with blueberries

lunch: fish with broccoli and peas, baked pumpkin, ½ apple, coconut

dinner: 2 egg omelet, pumpkin pie, caramel protein pudding

Water intake: 2.5 liters

Sleep: 9h (REALLY OVERSLEPT ON A TEST DAY.)

Studying:

Did so well on the physics test I think it's a perfect score (hopefully🙏🙏)

Read 40 pages

Did extra work for English (1 hour)

Screen time: low

Self care:

The only moment when actually I WANT to do my physical self care is when I'm sweaty after a good workout, so that's exactly what happened!!!

Emotion of the day:

Kinda neutral because I got in some arguments and overslept and I'm kinda stressed about finals and school

Thoughts for tomorrow:

I wish to do a lot of the schoolwork for the exam and some homework for the week

I'm hanging out with a friend tomorrow so I hope everything goes really well!!

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #21

Chained Up ⛓️ / Silky Soft 💕

One day, in another world not far off, unburdened by such things as “lease agreements” and “student loans,” Marcille and Falin will live closer together. They’ll have a dreamy little two-bed full of plants and terrariums and soft colors, and they’ll take turns cooking dinner and Marcille will volunteer far more often than it’s her turn because cooking is her favorite form of magic and she likes knowing that Falin is well-fed.  

But until then, she’s stuck rollerblading across town with a dozen eggs in her backpack, precariously padded by a t-shirt, boxers, sleep socks, and tomorrow’s clothes. The grocery store near Falin’s place isn’t as nice as the one near Marcille’s, and the eggs there are always either sold out or smashed in their cardboard nests, so she’s resorted to bringing her own if she really needs them. Falin won’t eat them on her own, but Marcille can hard-boil the rest while she bakes tonight and keep them in the work fridge for her lunch all week. Her job at the university library — well, that and Falin’s graduate courses — are what brought them together in the first place; Falin is in one of those fancy master’s programs where they pay you to study, which is great because studying is objectively what Falin’s best at. Marcille is a good librarian but a better researcher, but research doesn't pay the bills.

Falin's got an evening class tonight, so Marcille lets herself in with the spare key under the large ceramic frog on the front porch. When they’d found it at a yard sale, its paint was grayish-brown and flaking off, and Falin took it upon herself to repaint it with a startling degree of accuracy as a North American leopard frog. 

She throws the eggs in the fridge, peels off her pads, leggings, and hoodie, and takes a quick, brutal shower — Falin has the nicer apartment but the worse hot water system — before changing into her comfy clothes and hanging her skate clothes on the couple feet of clothesline she and Falin rigged on the tiny back porch to air out in the crisp October breeze. Then she ties up her wet hair and sets up shop in Falin’s galley kitchen, separating her eggs, zesting a lemon, and lining up the other ingredients with their corresponding measuring cups and spoons. 

She’s made plenty of chiffon cakes by now, and she falls into the rhythm of it as she bops along to the K-pop playing from her phone. While the cake bakes and the rest of her eggs boil, she starts on a whipped cream frosting and adds a packet of the instant vanilla pudding mix Falin keeps around for emergencies to stabilize it.

By the time Falin comes home, the cake is done and frosted and the boiled eggs are safely ensconced in an airtight container, and fortunately the kitchen smells a lot more like the former than the latter. “Surprise!” exclaims Marcille as Falin steps toward the kitchen, and Falin’s face lights with a grin. 

“I didn’t know you were coming so early! What’s the cake for? It looks amazing.”

“Special occasion,” beams Marcille. “Guess.”

“It’s not our anniversary,” says Falin, puzzled. “That’s not for another couple of weeks. What’s today?”

Marcille takes her in her arms and pulls her in close. Falin’s current favorite soap is somewhere between basil and mint, green and leafy, and Marcille thinks she always smells like a bright summer day. “A year ago today,” she says, the tip of her nose just brushing Falin’s, “we held hands for the first time.”

“Oh, my gosh,” says Falin, laughing. “On the boardwalk? When I kept falling over on my skates?”

“Yes,” says Marcille, twirling her around. “We did technically hold hands, because I had to keep you upright somehow. And we decided it was technically our first date later! So it counts!”

“It counts, it counts,” Falin agrees. “I just can’t believe you remembered what day that was.” She drops her backpack by the door and kicks off her brown loafers. Her navy slacks hug her plump legs, and her cream-colored sweater has caramel-colored suede patches sewn over the elbows. A slim headband holds her hair back from her face, and she looks so cute and textbook-scholarly that she’s hard to look at dead-on. “Let me change and then we can have cake?”

Marcille nods. “Did you have dinner?” she calls after Falin as she starts down the hall.

“Cake is dinner!” Falin yells back, and Marcille rolls her eyes affectionately. Not that she can really fault her. Falin’s learned by now that Marcille is clinically incapable of serving her just a single slice of cake, and Marcille has learned, to her profound dismay, that Falin is deep in the habit of forgetting about food when she could be doing school instead. Hence the emergency pudding packets, emergency instant mac and cheese cups, and emergency Pop-Tarts in the cabinet. Marcille has made it her mission to create a life for Falin where she doesn’t have to think about what she’s going to eat because Marcille has already thought about it for her and made it appear in front of her, but it would be a lot easier to do from the same apartment.

While Falin changes, she rinses some blackberries from the farmer’s market in the park nearby and sets them out in a dish, then gets out the sparkling wine she specifically planted in the back of Falin’s musty liquor-and-specimen-but-mostly-specimen cabinet a few weeks ago. Tonight has been in the works for months, not because Marcille feels especially strongly about celebrating minor dates, fun as that is, but because that day on the boardwalk, the two of them dissolving into giggles as Falin lost her balance over and over again, was the day she knew that what she felt for Falin was unlike what she’d felt for anyone else. She wanted to go over every bump in the road just like this for the rest of their lives, hand in hand and laughing. 

Falin appears in the doorway just as Marcille is pouring wine into plastic champagne flutes she’s had squirreled away behind the baking dishes for at least a month and a half. She looks resplendent in a white tank top that shows off her pillowy upper arms and incredible boobs and barely covers her wide, plush belly. Her lavender sleep shorts are patterned with little dragonflies and only fall to the tops of her plump, dimpled thighs, and Marcille can see every pink stretch mark, every delicate fold on her soft, creamy skin. 

“The wine!” says Falin, pointing, and Marcille yelps as she realizes she’s pouring sparkling rosé all over the table.

“Shit! Ah!” She sets down the wine and dives for paper towels, and Falin grabs the dishtowel from the hook by the sink. 

“Well, at least it was cheap wine,” says Marcille, mopping up the spill and tossing the sopping paper towels into the trash. “Sorry, I was momentarily blinded by your beauty.”

Falin beams and does a little curtsy thing with the edges of her shorts. None of these clothes are new, they’re things Marcille has seen her wear a thousand times, but they still take her breath away. The way the shorts tug around the abundant curves of her hips and backside, the little hint of stretch-marked cleavage she can see above the dip of her tank top’s neckline, the way the fabric clings just enough for her to see each roll of Falin’s ample belly when she sits —

“Sit, sit!” says Marcille, scooting the less-full glass in front of Falin and heading back to the kitchen for the cake. “And you’d better eat some blackberries, too, so we can agree that this is a multi-food group meal.”

“Already on it!”

“Good.” Feeling grand despite her new-hire orientation university t-shirt, boxers from the men’s section, and slouchy socks, she carries out the cake and sets it triumphantly in the center of their little folding table. “Voilà!” she proclaims, and Falin gives her a smattering of light applause.

“Thank you, thank you,” she says, taking a bow before ducking back to the kitchen for the cake knife. “All right, say when.”

She makes the first cut into the cake, then moves her knife to signify a larger and larger hypothetical slice.

“Yes,” says Falin blithely when the knife has moved to about a quarter of the way around the cake. Marcille almost drops the knife.

“Really?”

“Sure,” says Falin with an angelic smile. “I didn’t eat dinner. I had a Pop-Tart for lunch. Why not?”

“I packed you lunch!”

Falin shrugs. “I ate it when I got up this morning. I didn’t feel like making something else.”

“I swear to god,” says Marcille, pointing a fork at her playfully. “One of these days I am going to get you eating three meals a day.”

Falin flutters her eyelashes — clumsily, which is all the more endearing. “Please! I would love three meals a day. I just don’t want to make them.”

Marcille grumbles good-naturedly and heaves Falin’s quarter of the cake onto her plate. “Thank you!” Falin chirps, sprinkling blackberries over it. 

She cuts herself a slice and waits for Falin to take a bite, and she isn’t disappointed when she does. Falin’s eyes flutter closed, and she makes a soft, tender sound that kick Marcille’s feet out from under her, even sitting down. 

“Oh, Marcille,” Falin breathes. “This is so, so good.”

Marcille beams. “Good! The way you looked when you tasted it is the way you make me feel.”

“How did I look?”

Marcille makes what must be a poor approximation of Falin’s pleasure, because Falin bursts out laughing. “Is that how I make you feel?”

“Listen!” yelps Marcille, but she can’t help laughing too. “Just take my word for it, okay? You made a really cute face!”

“Well, you made a really good cake,” Falin returns, taking a tiny sip of sparkling wine. “Oh, that’s nice! Fruity.”

“You’re nice and fruity.”

Falin wrinkles her nose in a laugh, but the gesture is interrupted by a hiccup. “So are you, but you’re easier to swallow.”

Clearly Falin did skip some meals today, because she finishes her chunk of cake in record time and pushes her empty plate back to Marcille. “A little more, please?” she says sweetly, and obviously Marcille says yes.

“Another quarter, or a … half of a quarter?”

“That’s an eighth,” Falin corrects. “But maybe another quarter. I kind of like the idea of eating half a cake. It sounds like it should be hyperbole.”

Marcille, unable to help herself, says, “You sound like you should be hyperbole.”

“Yes,” says Falin, palming her belly where it bumps the edge of the table, “I am subject to amplification, it’s true.”

She grins while Marcille makes disgruntled noises and plates her second piece of cake. Falin takes more blackberries, and she hiccups again when she takes another sip of wine. She tells Marcille how her classes went today, and Marcille tells her about the silent drama two students have been waging by taking out and returning the same novel with notes in it over and over again. 

Finally, Falin sets her fork on her empty plate and leans back in her seat, eyes closing happily. “That was so good, Marcille. Thank you.”

“Any time,” says Marcille, coming around to take her plate and drop a surprise kiss on her cheek. “Always. Did you have enough?”

Falin nods, resting her hands on the crest of her belly. “Mmm-hmmm.”

“I’ll wrap up the rest of the cake,” says Marcille, stroking through Falin’s hair. “You go get comfy in bed and we can cuddle for a bit?”

“I’d love that,” says Falin, stretching her arms over her head. One hand on the cake plate, Marcille reaches down with the other to jiggle the soft, perfect roll of belly that falls out from beneath her shirt.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it!” she says, dancing away as Falin laughs and grabs for her hand. “Go to bed! I’ll be right there!”

She wraps the cake at the speed of light and swallows the last of her wine, then practically sprints across the small apartment to Falin’s bedroom. Falin’s propped up on a couple of pillows, which is probably prudent given the amount of cake she just ate, and she looks so lovely, like it’s unfathomable that someone could have even invented the word lovely without first seeing her. 

Marcille dives into bed next to her, jostling the mattress enough to make Falin’s body jiggle. “Hi,” she says, brushing her flyaways out of her face. Falin laughs and cups Marcille’s face in one soft, warm hand.

“Hi,” she says. “Come here.”

Marcille cuddles up next to her and leans her head on Falin’s shoulder, one hand creeping under her white tank top. Her belly is so perfectly doughy, soft and springy like the beginnings of bread or buns, and Marcille wobbles gently as she lies against her, breathing in her fresh, green smell and scalp prickling as Falin strokes her hair.

She slips her hand just below the line of Falin’s sensible cotton underwear, where there’s the silkiest slip of skin Marcille has ever had the mind-melting pleasure of running her fingertips over. She sighs gently, and Falin’s body moves with a laugh.

“Did you find the spot?”

“Yeah,” says Marcille dreamily. She runs her hand down Falin’s thigh, carefully squishing the thick, dimpled fat at their backs, then walking her hand back up so she can start again. “Your body’s so good. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” says Falin, pulling one of Marcille’s hands up to kiss the back. “I love that you remembered which day we first held hands. That was a really nice day.”

“Yeah, it was.” Marcille idly plays with the soft flab of Falin’s upper arms. “I could have sat at that little ice cream shack with you forever.”

Falin nods. “I barely even noticed how cold it was because I was having so much fun with you.”

Marcille nuzzles her face into Falin’s arm. “You were the one who suggested ice cream!”

“It’s never too cold for ice cream!”

“Okay, okay, fair.” Marcille rubs her socked feet against each other, trying to warm them up a little. “Hey, I know there’s still a while before your lease renews, but —”

“But you want to move in?” asks Falin, eyes bright, and Marcille nods.

“I know we sort of talked about it a few times, but I didn’t want to —”

“Yes!” says Falin, sitting up a little straighter. “Yes, yes. Even if I have to pack everything up and find somewhere new, I want you to be with me.”

Marcille feels like that bottle of sparkling wine, thrilling and fizzing with pleasure. “Perfect,” she says, snuggling close to Falin. “I can’t wait.”

[the-fandom-queenxox]

Blaming @sincerely-nines for letting the demons out

Here is the minecraft food update ideas that have been plaguing me fo a very long time:

(Also I know most of what I am about to list off are in many minecraft mods, you don't have to tell me about them, I just wanna yap about things)

(Also also I mainly talked about food we could have with the already existing edible minecraft items)

-First of all WHY DON'T WE HAVE APPLE PIE IN MINECRAFT!!! WE HAVE PUMPKIN PIE SURE BUT WE DESERVE APPLE PIE TOO!! Oh and also golden/enchanted golden apple pie... cause I think it would be funny and I want it

-Continuing the pie train sweet berry pie, glow berry pie, shepherd's pie(we have enough meat options to make it), chicken pot pie and also just learned about this one, fish pie

-Speaking of fish, sushi. "Oh bUt FAndOm yOU neEd riCe AnD SeAwEEd To mAKe sUsHI" no you don't, there are many recipes of sushi without rice in them and you can use the dried kelp as a substitute to seawed

-But also yeah they should add rice too

-Squids, we should be able to eat the squids... both of them(and yes you would get the glow effect if you ate the glow squid)

-Getting back on the pie train for a second for the actual last pie for the list(unless I forgot any that could be made via the limited items we have in minecraft), chorus fruit pie, cause it's funny to think about

-Carrot cake, chocolate cake or even better brownies, sweet berry cake and glow berry cake

-Sugar cookies

-Cheese!!! Which they made cheese in one of the april fools updates, so they infact can code this in, but I want it in a specific way, it is the height of a half slab and it is eaten like a cake... and maybe also cream, butter, yogurt or frosting even, since the one cake we do have seems to already have something like that on the sprite on it... also I think it would be funny if you crafted a whole stick of butter and eat it infront of your friends

-Speaking of "april fools updates" sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes

-Chocolate, just regular chocolate

-Add on from the last point hot chocolate

-French toast, we have all the ingredients for this why can't we have it?!

-Maybe some egg dishes? Like fried eggs, boiled eggs, scrambled eggs...

-Oh it just came to me, eggs benedict! Just replace the english muffin with regular bread, which probably make it count as a sandwich now that I think about it... they should also add sandwiches...

-Maybe also some more dishes with mushrooms? Even though I don't lkke mushrooms irl it's kinda weird to only have one food item with them in it

-I also wouldn't mind if they made more stews or soup

-Puddings! More specifically bread pudding and chocolate pudding

-Caramel

-A lot of trees are actually very safe to eat the bark and seeds of

-Sunflower seeds

-Also apparently if you boil it, you can eat bamboo as well and we have that in minecraft so we should eat it

-Many types of juices!! Some short examples would be carrot juice, melon juice, beetroot juice... etc.

-Kinda going off topic with this one, but I wanna gnaw on the bones we get from the skeletons, mojang let me eat the bones!!! You can make it so if you eat one it gives nausea cause it is actually unhealthy to eat bone as is and can make you seriously sick, but I wanna be a rabid fucking animal damn it and scare off the hoes. Side note here but you can also eat bonemeal and be okay to do so, so yeah that is also an option

Aaannd that's all of them for me, but if any of you have some ideas on what else to add do let me know, I probably missed alot of things

[pukanavis]

Chihiro Natsuyaki SR "The Road to BFFs!" Track 2

Location: Kitchen

Chihiro: Ryu~nya presents…Chii and To~nya’s BFF☆Kitchen!

Chii will be manning the kitchen! And To~nya here is in charge of the recipe! Woohoo!

Toi: …ah���aah…!

Ryui: Oi, you’re not streaming so cut the crap. You’re gonna stress Toi out again.

Chihiro: Really? Does Chii need to tone it down? Isn’t talking to To~nya the whole point of this activity?

Toi: I-It’s okay…Ani-sama! I won't give up, so watch over me…!

Ryui: As long as you’re sure…

Chihiro: A~nyway, as Chii was saying…today the two of us will be cookin’ up some 3 o’clock Idol Pudding!

Chii’s still a newbie at making desserts so he’ll be relying on recipe master To~nya to tell him the steps~.

Let’s knock this pudding out of the park ☆ Whoo!

Toi: …wh…whoo…!

Uhm, the first step is…”Crack an egg into a bowl and add sugar.”

Chihiro: You got it ♪

Toi: Next…”Warm up the milk in a pan and turn off the heat before it begins to boil.”

Chihiro: Piece of cake ♪

Toi: Um, then the next step is—

Chihiro: Oop? The milk’s got a film over it now? To~nya, is this gonna be a problem?

Toi: Huh!? Ah! Uh…! N-No, it’s f-f-fi…ueueu…!

Chihiro: Uhh…Chii takes it that your headbanging means we’re good to keep going?

Ryui: (I-I’m watching, Toi.)

Toi: N-Now you just need to make the caramel…

Chihiro: We’ll be done in no time ♪

Toi: Ah…y…y-yeah….!

Chihiro: (There we go, he can respond to me with basic answers now. We’re on the right track!)

(Buuut, he still hasn’t looked me in the eye a single time…)

Oh, cool~! Who knew caramel was made like this~! It smells ama~zing ♪

Toi: The um, the last step says “Once the sugar has boiled, turn off the heat and pour in some water.” …

Chihiro: Alright, in goes the water~!

Toi: w-wait, no…!

Chihiro: Thanks for watching Chii and To~nya’s BFF☆Kitchen—

Toi: STOP, CHIHIRO-KUN!!

Chihiro: !!

Toi: You need to be careful! The mixture can spatter when the water goes in! It’ll really hurt if you get burned, Chihiro-kun…!

…I mean, um–

Chihiro: …Ehehehe, noted~♪ Thanks a bunch, To~nya!

Toi: O-Of course!

Yukikaze: The two of you made pudding?

Chihiro: Yep, we sure did! It was a treasure made with the combined power of Chii and To~nya ♪

Toi: Ehehe, we made the best pudding the world has ever seen.

Yukikaze: It seems like a lot has changed between you since this morning.

Chihiro: Totally! We’re already the best of friends, aren’t we, To~nya!

Toi: …ah…!

Chihiro: …To~nya? What’s wrong?

Toi: I, um…m-making eye contact while we talk is still a bit much…! I can't handle that level of fan service in my everyday life…!

Chihiro: Whaaaa~!?

Ryui: Don’t worry, Toi. I already have a new plan in mind.

Once I’m done with my next idea, you’ll be able to hold eye contact for 2 seconds!

Chihiro: O-Oh gosh…is the road to being BFFs longer than I thought…!?

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