#cover ramekins

[marinavshifrin]

Stef's Slow Cooker Creme Brulee Creme brulee cooked in the slow cooker is an easy way to prepare this creamy dessert and you only need 5 simple ingredients. 4 egg yolks, 1/4 cup white sugar, 2 teaspoons vanilla extract, 4 teaspoons white sugar, 1 2/3 cups heavy whipping cream, 1/4 teaspoon salt

[holymanicures]

Stef's Slow Cooker Creme Brulee Creme brulee cooked in the slow cooker is an easy way to prepare this creamy dessert and you only need 5 simple ingredients.

[donadacasa]

Stef's Slow Cooker Creme Brulee

Creme brulee cooked in the slow cooker is an easy way to prepare this creamy dessert and you only need 5 simple ingredients.

[barnlarn]

Thought I'd share my favorite bread recipe and storage method :) I make 2-3 boules every couple of weeks and eat a slice as toast with an over-easy egg for breakfast every day. Love that it's easy to make and there's no sugar.

Townsends historical cooking youtube channel where I found the recipe.

Recipe as plain text below the cut!

No-knead Artisan Bread

Tools Dutch oven (preferably cast iron or coated cast iron) Mixing bowls & ramekins Working surface Oven

Ingredients 3 cups bread flour 1.5 t of salt 1 egg white 2 egg yolks 2 T melted butter ¾ cup milk Barm or barm substitute- - ½ cup warm water - ½ t yeast - 1 T bread flour Handful of cornmeal

Method Combine barm sub ingredients in a cup and set aside to let the yeast activate. It should turn frothy after a few minutes.

Combine flour and salt in a medium mixing bowl. In ramekins, separate egg yolks from the one egg white. Slowly whisk the melted butter together with the yolks. Use a small mixing bowl to heat the milk to lukewarm in the microwave, then add egg white and milk, then barm sub.

Make a well in the dry ingredients, then add wet and mix thoroughly with hands for a few minutes so that plenty of air enters the dough. The dough will be sticky. Shape into a ball, cover the bowl and dough with a damp cloth. Set aside for 12 - 24 hours at room temp to rise (the longer it proofs, the stronger the flavor). It should be doubled in size by the end. After resting, preheat the oven to 450 with the dutch oven inside.

Turn out the dough onto a floured working surface; the dough should be spongy. Gently shape into a boule. Try not to work too much flour into the dough, you don’t want to knead it. Lightly score the top of the boule with a bread knife. Sprinkle a thin layer of cornmeal in the bottom of the preheated dutch oven, and place boule into the dutch oven and cover. Bake for 30-35 min, or until the crust is deep golden brown.

[ltwilliammowett]

Cooking like a Sailor- Cheshire Pie

According to Time Travel Britain.com, the first recorded recipe for a pork pie dates back to 1390 and was made for the court of King Richard II. Most pork pies in Britain contain only pork and are modelled on the famous pork pies of Melton Mowbray. Melton Mowbray was the first town to commercially produce pork pies in England. However, an older version of the pork pie, which originated in Cheshire, consists of layers of apples and pork sweetened with sugar. This recipe was also very popular at sea due to the fact that it was easy to store and therefore kept well.

This is a Cheshire Pork Pie from Hannah Glasse's 1788 cookery book ‘The Art of Cookery Made Plain and Easy’, which Townsend took and adapted for modern cooking.

1 ½ lbs / 700gr pork shoulder

½ cup/ 125gr. flour

2 tbsp butter + more as needed

1 medium onion, diced

1-2 tart apples, cored, peeled and diced - Alternatively, you can also use the same amount of potatoes like in this video - https://youtu.be/QsWja0-_3Ww?si=hzcU5Vn-2YpWsfE3 -

2 t. freshly ground nutmeg

about 1 teaspoon salt

½ teaspoon black pepper

½ teaspoon sugar and cinnamon

12 oz. (1 bottle) hard cider

Place the sliced pork in a bowl. Sprinkle pepper, salt and nutmeg over meat and mix, until the spices cover all the meat. Turn pork into greased pie dish. Cover with the apples. In a ramekin, mix the cinnamon and sugar and sprinkle over the apples. Add the wine (if you don’t have wine, you can use apple juice). Dot the top with butter.

To make an easy pie crust, cut 3 tablespoons shortening into one cup of flour until it looks crumbly. Add 6 tablespoons cold water and mix, then turn out onto floured surface and roll. Place pie crust over top of mixture. Poke holes with fork to ventilate.

Put the pie onto a pizza sheet to catch any liquid that might bubble over and bake in a very hot oven for 50 minutes or until the crust is golden brown and the liquid is bubbly. Let sit 5-10 minutes before cutting.

Then serve and enjoy.

[leonw4nter]

For My Sweetheart

RE2!Leon x GN!Reader

Leon knew that the day yet to unfold ahead would be patience-testing as soon as he saw the bright red numbers of his digital clock glaringly tell him that he’s about 20 minutes behind schedule; aggressively peeling the warm covers away from his body, he bolts out of bed and into the shower. In his haste to make up for lost time, he barely noticed you softly hiss in your sleep at the sensation of the cold air fanning against your warm skin. Forgoing coffee, flossing, and combing his hair he runs out of the house with his things and makes a mad dash for the bus stop; if his Jeep wasn’t coding today, he would’ve taken it to work. From the moment he clocked in, all he seemed to be getting was an earful: Chief Irons and his nagging, Deputy Chief Douglas with his scolding, and worst of all, Branagh with his “I-am-disappointed-with-this-performance” speech; out of the three most draining talking-tos he’s received that day, Marvin’s stung the most: Leon heavily respected him and hearing that broke his heart though there was a small flame of determination to make up for his shortcoming that burned within him.

In addition to being the officer to arrive horribly late for the first time in months, his rookie status in the RPD made him the common drop-off of reports, papers, and files. Officers approached him from all directions, carrying thick stacks of papers that needed extensive reading and reviewing prior to submission. He wouldn’t mind at all if it was only 3 reports that needed work to be done but what he was handed with 3 thick stacks of paper that all needed to be done within the day; he reasoned that it would be near impossible since he’s got scheduled patrols around the city and traffic control duty for a few hours but he’s been pulled out and made to do the papers instead. With a tight smile and repressed frustration, he begrudgingly takes a pencil from his mug and starts on the first of many reports. As much as he wants this done and over with, he can’t afford to rush and just skim through the words. Resignation settling in his bones, he accepts that he’s going to be hunched over his desk with a pencil in hand for the next 12 hours.

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Since today is a remote work day, you get to stay in and do work in comfy pajamas whilst sipping on a sweet beverage; unlike Leon’s, your day was far from fast-paced which allowed you to do some things on the side since you don’t have that much work for the most part. Free time allowed you to scroll through some websites, looking for dessert recipes that didn’t take much to make– lemon posset, fruit popsicles, creme brulee, and good old brownies. Ultimately, you decided on creme brulee; you weren’t in the mood for anything zesty, fruity, or overly chocolatey so creme brulee seemed like the most desirable option. Besides, Leon loves creme brulee and making some for him wouldn’t hurt; the blond has a sweet tooth and would love the treat as an after-work reward. Feeling chipper at the thought of giving your boyfriend a little something, you set aside your laptop and rummage around the kitchen for the utensils and ingredients you’ll be needing– heavy cream, sugar, eggs, vanilla extract, ramekins, a whisk, and additional bowls.

After roughly 3 hours, you’re finished up with everything– cleaning included. The dessert is waiting in the fridge and you can’t wait until he gets home from his shift, excitement circulating in your system. Sometime around his lunch break, you send him a message: “hi baby ♡ have you eaten already? :-)”. A few minutes pass with no response but you don’t mind, knowing that he could very well just be occupied. Your waiting halts when your phone beeps to life: “hi baby :) no, not yet. busy rn :\ miss u.”

You sigh, hoping that despite his schedule there’s still time for him to refill his energy by eating. “try to find time to eat coz u need energy yk. miss u too ♡♡”. He reacts to your message with a heart before sending a 0.5 picture of himself; what appears to be stacks upon stacks of papers make an appearance at the corner of his silly selfie, along with pencils and a sharpener. His account goes offline shortly, your boyfriend back to the papers he’s assigned to. Little did you know, your little message checking up on him gave him enough push and energy to continue on.

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He stayed overtime at the station, closing up a portion of it alone as everyone else had gone home for the night. With one more glance at Marvin’s office, he makes sure that everything is in his desk– neatly arranged, organized through clip binder folders, and carefully tucked into folders to minimize wrinkling the paper. Sure that everything is all set for the night, he tucks his arms into his navy blue duffle coat before heading into the outside world’s chill. If only he could drive his Jeep, he would be home in minutes– back with you, cuddling in bed, and lamenting about his day while you played with his hair and peppered his face with tender kisses. He sits at the bus stop bench, fishing out his phone to send you a message that he’s on his way. “aight. I got something for you :-)”, you respond. He sends a singular question mark in return but you only respond with a winky emoticon. As much as Leon loved being the one to spoil you, he has to admit that it felt nice to be the one spoiled every now and then; it’s a constant reminder and reassurance that you’re definitely in love with him. The sound of a bus approaching cuts Leon’s lovesick smiling short, prompting him to stand and walk up nearer to the edge of the sidewalk.

The day seriously must’ve taken a toll on him as he spent the 15 minute ride asleep, nearly missing his stop. As soon as he got off the bus, he gave himself a moment to sigh and just appreciate the fact that this is one of the only things that went right this day. He looks on at the stretch of asphalt ahead, just a few more minutes of walking and he’s finally back in your arms. His eagerness for the surprise spurs him on, damn near making him do a stupid-looking speedwalk. Soon, he’s at the doorstep giving three knocks before he fishes the keys out of his bag and slots it into the keyhole. Right before the knob can click open, you beat him to it and open the door before wrapping him into a hug. He practically melts in your arms, slumping down and nearly toppling you both over with his weight resting on you.

“It’s been a day,” he sighs. “A rough day.”

You lead him in, closing the door first before helping him shrug off his coat. “Yeah? Tell me about it.”

He runs a hand through his wheat-colored hair. “For starters, I woke up horribly late this morning.”

“That explains why you were running around like you got something on your tail.”

“I’m coding today so I had to take the bus, which took a while. Everyone was on my ass– Chief Irons, Deputy Chief Douglas, Lieutenant Branagh. Hell, even Captain Wesker from S.T.A.R.S. was somehow pissed. I understand it though but I still feel like crap for slacking off, y’know.”

He’s bent down to undo the laces of his boots now, still venting to you about his day while you listen.

“Well, as the person who broke the streak of having no late officers come in and also being the rookie, I had to do 3 full stacks of reports– all due within the day. The oldest report is from nearly a year ago and it’s somehow not done yet.”

You press an empathetic kiss to his cheek, gently rubbing his back with one hand as you let him lean his chin on your shoulder for a few more moments.

“How about this,” you gently begin. “You go freshen up while I ready the little surprise I have for you.”

He gives you a swift kiss before disappearing into your shared bedroom, giving you time to set the table for his dinner. You decide against taking the creme brulee out, knowing that it’s best enjoyed cold. Leon only takes up 15 minutes before he’s all cleaned up, comfortable in a worn-out band tee and plaid sleep shorts with his hair slightly damp from his shower. Eagerly, he takes his seat and quietly thanks you before digging in. His late dinner is spent sweetly, with him ranting a little more and you giving some comments of your own. The rants eventually die down into more casual conversation, topics ranging from why cops love donuts and eventually tiptoeing around whatever surprise you have laid out for him.

Suddenly, guilt begins to wash over you; he seems so expectant and you can’t blame him with the way that you’ve been setting up this whole thing. He’s probably expecting something more grand than the custard dessert you made hours ago as a balm to this otherwise crappy day. He certainly deserves something better than just mere food, as much as he loves sweet things. Leon notices your growing silence, sensing hesitation emanating from you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, clear blue eyes staring right at you as he tries to decipher what you’re feeling.

“I feel kind of bad now,” you quietly admit. “because I’m making your surprise seem super dramatic and expensive when it’s not really… all that, if you know what I mean.”

He takes your hand and offers a grateful squeeze. “I don’t need anything expensive, sweetheart. Anything from you means so much to me so whatever it is, I’m more than happy and thankful for it.”

You look at him with an upside down smile, though still bummed at yourself for feeling like you’ve set him up; his day was already crappy and you expect something like dessert to make him feel better like magic.

“It’s just dessert, Leon.” you timidly say. “I made it hours ago.”

Leon bolts up and dashes to the fridge, opening it up. “Holy shit, is it creme brulee?”

You get up, following Leon to take a ramekin out for him. “Yeah. It’s been in there for hours. I’m sorry that it isn’t fancy or anything, honey.”

He excitedly takes the ramekin and peels away the tin foil, setting it on the counter to stare at the perfect golden-brown sugar layer. “You don’t get it, I’ve been craving this for days now!”

He giggles, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug. “Oh sweetheart, this is awesome! It’s like you read my mind! I love it so much, this is amazing.”

He fishes a spoon from the utensil rack to gently break the sugar layer before scooping a piece. “Bone apple teeth!”

As soon as the scoop disappears into his mouth, he shuts his eyes and lets out a groan of delight. He’s standing still like that for a moment, letting the custard goodness wash away the troubles of the day.

You stand in front of him with a growing smile, glee flooding back in to fill the space it left moments ago. “So… you like it?”

“Nuh,” he says. “Love it. Man, this is a treat!”

He takes a scoop and feeds you some too, basking in the comfort of sharing a sweet dessert with a lover.

“Gosh, you really do know that the way to my heart is through my stomach.”

You give him a weak shove to his shoulder, chuckling a bit. “God, that sounded so corny.”

“But it’s true though!”

He silently wishes that more days like these will come by so that he can come home to something sweet made by his sweetheart.

NOTE - opps better quit with them magic spells coz i've had a fever for 2 weeks, nearly had my bronchitis progress into pneumonia, am currently suffering from stomach flu, and i also have a cold like bro STOP it 😒 also judging from the fic you'd think im craving creme brulee but nahh, i want salmon jerky and tobiko eggs and buldak noodles :3 also this fic is so dog water coz im on 6 different medications rn so im tired but i wanna write coz wtv yk <3 leon's so cute bruh i want to pinch his cheeks so bad euhguhghh :( anyway, thank you guys so much fr reading my fics!!!!!!!!!!!! I <33333333 UUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[oleander-cup]

ramekins and fondue - osamu makes fondue for your birthday // wc: 1.4k // pairing: osamu x reader // content: birthday bliss, fondue, eating, just general fluff and birthday surprises

It starts out with needing sugar and a tentative knock on a wooden door. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” she says as the door opens and reveals a man behind it. He looks to be in his mid twenties and he’s wearing a loose shirt, his hair is tousled like he just rolled out of bed. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you sleeping?”

“It’s fine, is there something you need?” He lifts up a hand to cover his mouth as he yawns. 

“I need some sugar, if you don’t have any I can go to the store or pay you back or something–” he cuts her off with a small smile.

“I have some, you don’t have to pay me back or anything.” He opens the door wider and beckons for her to follow him inside so she carefully steps over the barrier and closes the door behind her with a click. “Here,” his voice rings out from around the corner as she hears a cabinet creak open and close. He hands her a bag of sugar that has a red clip keeping it closed. “You can have the rest of it, I needed to get more anyway.” She smiles and takes the bag from him with an appreciative nod.

“Thank you, I’ll treat you to coffee or something.” 

“Alright, I’m not home this early most nights but I can maybe squeeze you in during a lunch break on the weekend.”

“Okay,” She closes the door behind her and takes a deep breath. Interacting with people should not be as difficult as it is. It’s just her neighbor and all she’s doing is asking for sugar so she can put it in her coffee. When she closes the door of her apartment she’s greeted by her cat and she immediately sets the sugar on the coffee table and picks him up. “Hi baby,” she kisses his small head and smiles when he starts purring, she sets him down and returns to the kitchen with her bag of sugar and finishes making her coffee. 

The next time she sees him is when a note is posted on her door telling her to come over. She laughs and puts her purse down on the couch before making her way over to his door. She holds the note up and waves it once he opens the door. “I thought you weren’t usually home this early?”

“I can make exceptions.” She rolls her eyes with a laugh and follows him inside of his home. She smells the food and hums with delight. “Did you make me dinner before I even got your name?”

“It’s Osamu.” He jests with her and she lets out a small laugh. He pulls the chair out for her at the kitchen island and pushes it back in once she sits down. “This is what I want for you taking the last of my sugar.”

“To be fair, you never told me when we should meet for coffee and you never asked for anything back.”

“This is what I want, you to have dinner with me.”

“I guess I can accept that.” There is a silence that settles around the room as she watches him finish cooking. His hands move with practiced ease as he goes around the kitchen. She can see his shirt is nicer than she’s used to seeing him wear. Usually he leaves the house in a black shirt that has a few stubborn stains on them although it’s clear the shirt had been washed. He usually wears pajama pants and when she asked him about it one day he said he was going to work. 

“What do you do for work?” She asks as a steaming bowl of food is placed in front of her, her mouth waters slightly and she waits for it to cool down before taking a bite. The flavors melt in her mouth and she hums as she takes another bite.

“I’m a chef, I own my own restaurant actually.” He leans against the counter on the other side and blows on his own bite of food.

“I can’t believe I’m getting this for free,” the statement causes him to laugh and he shakes his head.

“Come by the shop anytime and I’ll set something aside for you.” 

“Aww come on, you can’t show blatant favoritism like that,” she teases and she can feel the smile etch itself onto her face. 

“It’s my restaurant, or you can just come over here. Anytime really.”

“I’ll have to take you up on the offer,” they eat dinner in silence and just as she puts her shoes back on to leave the apartment he stops her. 

“You can stay a little longer if you want, it’s barely dark out.”

“If you insist,” she kicks her shoes off once more and sits on the couch with him. By the end of the movie his arm has found it’s way around her shoulder and her head found its way to his chest. They stay like that even after the credits roll, too scared to move in case the moment ends. She ends up being the first to move as she feels a cramp in her foot. “I suppose I should go home.”

He feels disappointment settle in his chest as he helps her up and walks her to the door. “See you soon?”

“I guess,” she teases and he doesn’t go back into his home until he hears her door lock. 

Over the next few months she’s visited him at the restaurant on days she had computer work. She always pays, and he conveniently cleans tables around her as an excuse to talk but he refuses to say it although they both know it. 

Within six months she feels closer to him than she has to anyone in a long time. She has a coat at his apartment and a toothbrush incase she leaves from his house for work instead of her own. Her table at Onigiri Miya is always clean and empty even during a lunch rush. Both of their friends at frustrated as they refuse to say. 

When she gets home from work she finds a note on her day reminiscent of when they first started doing whatever you want to call what they’re doing. She pulls out her key ring and unlocks his apartment, the lighting is lower than usual and she follows the noises to the kitchen and sets her bag down on the couch. “And what’s all this?” She says behind a poorly contained smile. 

“You aren’t supposed to be here yet,” he glares jokingly at her and turns around with a wooden spoon still in his hand. There are heart shaped ceramic containers on the table with candles under them and pieces of fruit cut and displayed on his nice plates. “Close your eyes and pretend you didn’t see this yet.” She laughs but goes along with it as she sits down at a seat. She can feel a hat be placed on her head and can feel his lips press gently against the skin on her forehead. 

“You’re not sneaky you know.”

“I know.” She hears more pots and pans clash as he rummages with things, hears the clinks of the ceramic against the table and then hears the sound of his chair scraping against the wood. She knows there’s a scratch on the wood from the metal of the chair scraping against it so often. “Okay, you can open you eyes.”

“Do I need to ask what all this is for?” She looks around at the fondue set up with a smile as her chin rests in her hand.

“It’s for your birthday, okay, I admit it.”

“Thank you.”

“Happy birthday darling,” his hand reaches out and skewers a piece of fruit before dipping it in the cheese and extending it out to her. She sighs happily as the taste hits her tongue and she can’t help but shake her head.

“Did you call off work today?”

“Possibly, I’m sure everything is fine. Let’s not talk about work.”

They sit at the table occasionally feeding each other bits of food and Osamu is grateful to his past self for putting down a discardable tablecloth under the food. There’s bits of cheese when he takes it off the table and the dishes sit in the sink when they make it over to the couch to enjoy the rest of their evening.

They don’t need to say what they mean to each other, it’s evident in the way the spare key jingles on her key ring and in the way that there are heart shaped dishes with the price tags still on the bottom in the sink. Love isn’t always something that needs to be said.

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Pesach Recipes: New for 2025

Once again it's time for a new round of additions to my tumblr collection of Pesach recipes! What have we got this year?

(Click through for: Velvety Mushroom Soup, Lox-Avocado Salad, Ground Beef Pie with Matzah Crust, Chicken with Tomatoes and Beef Bacon, Carrot Kugel, and Dairy-Free Chocolate Mousse.)

Velvety Mushroom Soup (adapted from here)

Ingredients

6 tablespoon butter, margarine, schmaltz, or olive oil

2 tablespoon fresh sage chopped

1 lb mushrooms sliced

4 cups vegetable or chicken broth

Salt and pepper to taste

½ cup heavy cream or full-fat coconut milk

Directions

In a large pot, heat butter over medium heat until it begins to brown and turns fragrant, 3 to 4 minutes. (If not using butter, just heat fat of choice.)

Add sage and cook one minute.

Add mushrooms and stir to coat, then saute until mushrooms are tender and lightly browned, 4 to 5 minutes.

Stir in stock and bring to a simmer. Cook 4 to 5 minutes more.

Transfer to food processor or blender (in batches, if your processor is not large enough). Blend until very smooth. Pass through a sieve if desired.

Return to pot and stir in cream. Serve immediately.

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Lox-Avocado Salad ("Lox & Friends") Serves 4 to 5 people as an appetizer.

Ingredients:

3 to 4 ounces of lox or smoked salmon

1 large or 2 small avocado, very ripe

Lemon juice

Tomato paste

Directions:

Finely chop the lox – not minced, but until each piece is not much bigger than a lentil. Set aside.

Finely chop or mash the avocado. Stir with a drizzle of lemon juice to keep the avocado from turning brown. Set aside.

To serve molded: Line a small ramekin or deep sauce dish with plastic wrap to serve as a mold. Spread a thin layer of tomato paste on the bottom of the dish. Press a layer of chopped lox onto the tomato paste, then a layer of avocado over the lox. Invert a salad plate on top of the dish and quickly overturn the entire assemblage, then carefully lift off the ramekin and leave the plastic wrap in place to cover the molded serving. Repeat for each serving.

To serve unmolded: For each serving, scoop a generous spoonful of avocado onto a salad plate or into a cocktail dish. Carefully press a layer of chopped lox onto the avocado, then spread a thin layer of tomato paste on top.

Serve alone or with crackers/matzah.

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Ground Beef Pie with Matzah Crust

Ingredients:

1 medium-large vidalia onion, chopped

1 spoonful minced garlic

2 stalks celery, chopped

1 small carrot, peeled and chopped fine

1 small zucchini or yellow squash, chopped (optional)

1 small bunch baby bok choy, chopped fine (optional)

8 to 10 oz. fresh mushrooms, chopped

1.5 to 2 pounds ground beef, or beef and chicken mixed

black pepper, fresh thyme and/or rosemary, dried sage, dried savory, coriander, sweet paprika, smoked paprika to taste

3 to 4 sheets matzah, or more as needed

Olive oil, schmaltz, and/or margarine for frying and for greasing pan

Directions:

In a large skillet, heat cooking oil/s of choice. Cook onion over alternating high heat and low heat until deep golden and beginning to brown. Add garlic and cook a little longer, then pour off into large mixing bowl. Cook celery until deep green and fragrant, then return onions to skillet and cook a little longer before pouring off again. Repeat these steps with zucchini, bok choy, and mushrooms, before pouring all off into the mixing bowl.

Add ground beef to skillet and cook, stirring and breaking up with spatula or spoon to keep it from clumping. Season with spices of choice and continue until meat is cooked through. If skillet is large enough, return vegetables to skillet and combine with ground beef over heat; if not, pour off ground beef into mixing bowl and stir together there.

Dip the matzah into warm water and cover loosely with damp paper towels. Let sit for a few minutes until softened. Grease a deep baking dish.

Gently press the softened matzah into the baking dish, making a single layer (overlapping as necessary). Spoon the meat and vegetables into the dish until full. Add another layer of softened matzah over the top, and brush with more oil of choice; if desired, garnish with a sprig of fresh thyme. Bake for about 20 to 25 minutes, or until top crust is crispy. Serve hot.

Cottage pie variation: If preferred, omit the matzah and instead prepare enough mashed potatoes to make a single layer over the top of the baking dish. Grease the baking dish, spoon the meat and vegetables in, press the mashed potatoes into a top layer, and brush or spray with oil of choice; if desired, garnish with a sprig of fresh thyme. Bake for about 20 to 25 minutes or until mashed potato layer is slightly browned. Serve hot.

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Sheet-Pan Chicken With Tomatoes and Beef Bacon (adapted from here)

Ingredients

1 chicken in parts or 1½ pounds boneless, skinless chicken thighs

½ teaspoon kosher salt, plus more as needed

9 whole unpeeled garlic cloves

2 tablespoons olive oil, plus more for drizzling

1½ tablespoons fresh lemon juice, plus more for serving

2 teaspoons sweet paprika

1-2 teaspoons smoked paprika

1 teaspoon fresh thyme

½ teaspoon dried parsley

1 tablespoon brown sugar

½ teaspoon ground coriander, or to taste

scant ¼ teaspoon ground cumin, or to taste

1 pint cherry tomatoes (preferably different colors), halved

4 ounces diced beef bacon

¼ cup (or more) chopped basil, parsley, and/or other fresh herbs, for serving

Freshly ground black pepper

Directions

Heat oven to 425 degrees.

Season chicken all over with salt, and place on a rimmed baking sheet.

Smash all the garlic cloves with the side of a knife and peel them. Finely grate or mince one garlic clove and put it in a small bowl. Stir in the 2 tablespoons olive oil, 1½ tablespoons lemon juice, brown sugar and spices. Pour over chicken, tossing to coat.

Add tomatoes and remaining smashed, peeled garlic cloves to baking sheet, spreading them out around the chicken. Season tomatoes lightly with salt and drizzle with a little more olive oil. Scatter beef bacon on top.

Roast until chicken is golden and cooked through, about 30 to 35 minutes. After 15 minutes, stir the tomatoes and beef bacon, but don’t disturb the chicken.

Transfer chicken to plates. Stir the tomatoes and beef bacon around in the pan, scraping up all the delicious browned bits from the bottom and sides, and stir in the herbs and black pepper to taste. Taste and add salt, if needed, and a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, if you like. Spoon tomatoes, garlic and beef bacon over the chicken to serve.

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Carrot Kugel (adapted from here)

Ingredients:

5-6 cups chopped carrots, approximately 2 pounds

¼ cup honey or agave nectar

½ teaspoon ground nutmeg

½ teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 tablespoon orange rind

3 large eggs

¼ cup almond flour

Directions:

Steam carrots until soft, about 20 minutes.

In a blender or food processor, puree carrots, honey, nutmeg, cinnamon, orange rind, eggs, and almond flour.

Grease an 8x8 inch baking dish, and spoon carrot mixture in. Smooth out and sprinkle additional cinnamon over the top, if desired.

Bake at 350°F for 1 hour, until browned around the edges and solid in the center.

Serve warm out of the oven, or allow to cool, then refrigerate overnight and serve cold.

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Dairy-Free Chocolate Mousse

Ingredients:

10-12 oz. bittersweet chocolate chips (sugar-free if desired)

2-3 tbsp. hot water

1 tbsp. cocoa powder

1 tbsp. vanilla extract

6-8 jumbo eggs, whites and yolks separated

¼ cup sugar (or other granulated sweetener of choice)

Directions:

Melt chocolate with water, vanilla, and cocoa powder over low heat or in microwave. Remove and stir well until smooth.

Add the egg yolks to the chocolate, one or two at a time, mixing well after each one.

In a separate bowl, beat the egg whites until soft peaks form, then add the sugar and beat until stiff peaks form. Add the chocolate and mix well; the mixture will be liquidy.

Pour into serving bowl or into individual cups and refrigerate until set.  Serve cold. (Optional: spoon over sliced oranges, fresh berries, and/or sliced bananas.)

[askwhatsforlunch]

Decadent Lava Cakes

These delectably indulgent Decadent Lava Cakes, oozing chocolate and peanut butter, are incredibly sexy; and thus shall be the first thing I bake for my girlfriend when we're finally together!

Ingredients (serves 2):

75 grams/2 ½ ounces good quality dark chocolate (at least 72%)

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 heaped teaspoon unsweetened cocoa powder

2 tablespoons caster sugar

1 teaspoon Homemade Vanilla Extract

1 large egg

1 tablespoon plain flour

2 squares good quality dark chocolate (at least 72%)

1 heaped teaspoon natural peanut butter

1 heaped teaspoon Chocolate and Hazelnut Spread 

In a medium bowl fitted over a small saucepan of simmering water, melt dark chocolate with butter until smooth and shiny. Remove from the heat; and stir in cocoa powder, caster sugar and Vanilla Extract, stirring until silky. Set aside.

Grease two ramekins with butter; dust with cocoa powder. Set aside.

Break the egg into the cooled melted chocolate, whisking well. Gradually whisk in flour until no white spec remains.

Divide half of the batter between the two prepared ramekins. Press a chocolate square in the middle of each and top each chocolate square with a generous half teaspoon of peanut butter and Chocolate and Hazelnut Spread. Cover with remaining batter. Chill in the refrigerator, half an hour.

Preheat oven to 200°C/395°F.

Place ramekins in the middle of the hot oven, and bake, at 200°C/395°F, 12 minutes until just set on top.

Let cool slightly, a few minutes, then run a knife around the cakes to loosen them, before turning them up onto serving plates.

Enjoy Decadent Lava Cakes with chilled Champagne and in excellent company!

[gothicprep]

I’m watching mac and cheese related tiktoks and it’s so funny to me how some people really obsess over the “cheese pull” as a measure of quality, when it’s really just a matter of whether you used a young cheese in a particular dish. when cheese ages, it loses moisture, the casein protein bonds get tighter, etc. massively oversimplifying here, but it Melts Weird.

if you’re a stovetop mac girl who cares none for this instagram bullshit, such as myself, you can just adjust the butter and milk content and be happy.

but if you really NEED that cheese pull, rehydrate a tbsp of gelatin with a tbsp of water. heat up a half cup of evaporated milk, mix in the gelatin, and 12oz of the cheese mixture of your choice . pulverize this with your immersion blender. line a ramekin with plastic wrap, dump this in, cover it, and let it cool in your fridge.

when that’s done, you’ll have a shreddable version of aged cheese that has the velveeta texture you crave. has science gone too far? maybe, but whatever makes you happy.

[grapenehifics]

🧸 cute and fluff sneak peek? for the Princess Diaries II AU please?? (you know how excited I am for this fic, right?)

You and @amadwinter both requested the same prompt from the same fic, lol. Anakin's kind of grumpy in this one...or at least trying to be. It's difficult to resist the charms of Obi-Wan Kenobi...and chocolate soufflés.

"Your entrance was well-timed; I’m just finishing with a tray of chocolate soufflés. Would you like one?”

Anakin let out a whimper as Obi-Wan, a slightly smudged white apron covering his front and tied around his waist, turned around, wearing an oven mitt on his hand and holding a cookie sheet with six white ramekins placed on top. Bubbling over the edge of each ramekin was just a hint of crackly chocolate crust. They smelled good.

“Are they poisoned? You could off me and take my job a lot faster that way,” Anakin snarked, turning his head and trying to pretend he didn’t want a soufflé when he really, really did. He’d had a long afternoon full of…people, and they were very nice people but they were still incredibly people-y, and he’d come into the kitchen specifically because it was warm and Dex was a nice, friendly face who would greet him kindly and feed him something comforting but wouldn’t expect a lot of chatter, and now that chocolate was on offer Anakin was discovering that he wanted said chocolate, quite badly.

“Ah. So you don’t want the poisoned ones? I’d avoid the set on the left, then,” Obi-Wan said lightly, and Anakin had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud, and as it was he was pretty sure the corners of his mouth still tugged a little and he hastily brought his hand up to cover it up. “Here.” Obi-Wan used his oven-mitt-ed hand to slide a soufflé toward Anakin.

Thank you both for the asks!

[bullet-prooflove]

TheWall! Series Part Two: Ambush - Bishop Losa x Reader (feat: Riz Ariza)

Tagging: @wakeama @fanfic-n-tabulous @dreamlandcreations @anime-weeb-4-life @keyweegirlie @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @the-wandering-lunatic @alwaysachorusgirl @beardedbarba @multifandomloversworld @est1887 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @purrrrfect @adaydreamaway08 @stressed-chas @spookyboogyuniverse@librarian1002 @msjava1972 @thanossexual @kishie8 @saltyunicorn079 @nessamc @thebaileybugle @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @justreblogginfics @beccabarba @legally-a-bastard @trublu2u @irishavengersassemble @fanfic-n-tabulous @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond 

Companion Series to:

Complicated - Bishop already knows your secret.

The Wall - Bishop comes home to find you covered in blood.

TheWall! Series:

Part One: Poker Night - Bishop's poker night is interrupted by gunshots.

References in to Burning Love and Grief!Series Part Two: Blame

It’s Gilly that carries you upstairs into the bedroom you’ve been allocated, Coco follows closely behind snapping on a pair of surgical gloves he’s snagged from Hank’s first aid kit. Bishop waits until the door closes before he turns his attention to Riz, who is perched on a barstool having glass pulled out of his face and scalp by Hank. Bishop surveys the collection, each jagged and blood-stained piece sits in a white ramekin, reflecting the light from above.

“What the fuck happened?” Bishop asks him, his voice dangerously low. “She isn’t even meant to be in the fucking area.”

Riz tilts his head towards Bishop, wincing as Hank pulls another piece of glass out of fleshy part of his neck.

“I was at the community centre finishing up some of the intake paperwork for the mentor program we’ve been working on.” Riz tells him, his eyes flicking up to meet Bishop’s. “Carmen popped her head in, said she’d gotten a call form one of her contacts telling her someone was coming over the wall tonight. They gave her a very specific set of coordinates. They told her it was a girl they thought had been trafficked, that she wouldn’t trust men…”

“You think they were trying to get her to come alone?” Hank asks, his palm guiding Riz’s head to the side so he can get a better look at the wound in his scalp.

“Yea.” Riz says frankly. “I think Carmen did too, which is why she asked me to go with her. We decided to take my truck just in case someone was on the lookout for her vehicle.”

“Why even go in the first place if she suspected it was a trap?” Taza asks picking up a set of glasses from the bar and a bottle of Vicki’s top shelf whiskey.

Bishop knows why. You couldn’t take the risk that there was someone out here that needed help. He thinks the caller knew exactly what they were doing when they used the term trafficked to lure you to the wall.

“Carmen’s sister…” Bishop trails off, shaking his head. “She can’t help herself when it comes to something like this.”

He doesn’t need to say anymore, he can see they all get it.

“I called Rosa and Nestor, told them to meet us at the crossing point.” Riz continues his story. “I figured it was better to have some back up just in case. We were five minutes away when the first shot came through the windshield, that’s what all the glass is from.” He says gesturing at himself. “The first bullet hit Carmen; the rest are in the seat because she managed to get low after that. They tried to block us in, cut off our escape route but Rosa and Nestor intervened. They managed to take down a few of their guys before they disappeared into the darkness. The two of them are hunting them as we speak.”

It gives Bishop a level of comfort to hear that. El Cuchillo and their braided prospect are a deadly combination, he knows that before the night is over they’ll be seeing even more bloodshed.

“You recognise any of them?” Taza asks as Bishop’s phone bleeps signalling a message. He removes it from his pocket, studying the details of the screen intently.

“Dennis Reed, Alice’s son.” Riz says knowingly. “I saw him, he saw me. There’s no way he would do something like this if he wasn’t acting on her orders.”

He picks up the glass of whiskey that Taza has poured before looking meeting Bishop’s eyes.

“They’re gonna be expecting retaliation. I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided on a pre-emptive strike, I think we need to get the girls out of here and through the tunnel, take stock of the weapons we have on hand…”

“There’s no need.” Bishop cuts him off with the swipe of his hand before tilting his phone towards the group. It’s a video from Nestor, a grainy one of an inferno, flames licking up towards the night sky, tearing through a large farmhouse. It’s the Reed residence, and the HQ of Santo Padre’s very own white pride militia, the Reed Coalition.

“Fuck.” Taza says before taking a sip of his whisky. “I see retirement hasn’t diminished Rosa’s skill set.”

“Carmen’s her friend.” Hank says distractedly as he applies a butterfly stitch to the wound across Riz’s cheek. “They’re lucky Nestor has mellowed her out over the past couple of years otherwise she’d have burned them all alive.”

It’s true, each of them know it. The young girl they’d watched grow up had become the thing of nightmares after what happened to her overseas. The name El Cuchillo still instils fear to this very day.  There were rumours that she’d died up in Reno, but the reality was Rosa had retired, settling down in Santo Padre with her lover.

Instead of taking lives, she was helping people coming over the wall, leveraging her contacts to guide them towards a better future. You had played a big part in that, helping Rosa to overcome her own demons and use her skillset into a tool for good. Bishop knew how much Rosa valued that, how she’d come to think of you as one of her closest friends. He knows the other woman is hurting as much as he is, that she’s taken care of a problem that has needed solving for a very long time.

“I need to see Carmen.” Bishop tells the others, his hand coming to rest on Taza’s shoulder. “Hold down the fort for me while I’m gone.”

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[teoceecooks]

Teo’s Homemade Egg Nog

no alcohol, no raw egg whites; makes approx 12 servings

Ingredients:

18 Large egg yolks

1.5 C granulated sugar

3 C heavy cream

6 C whole milk

1 Tbsp ground nutmeg

pinch of kosher salt

1/2 tsp vanilla (extract or bean)

Instructions:

Whisk together yolks + sugar until light and creamy.

In a saucepan, combine cream, milk, nutmeg, salt. Stir often to constantly over medium-high heat until mixture reaches a bare simmer. Pull from heat; leave the range on.

Vigorously whisk the eggs while slowly ladling the hot cream mix into the bowl to temper the eggs.

When about 3/4 of the cream has been added to the eggs, pour the tempered egg cream into the saucepan and return to heat.

Whisk constantly until the mixture reaches 160F. Remove from heat; stir in vanilla.

Pass through a fine mesh sieve into a pitcher or other container. Cover with plastic wrap and chill in refrigerator; overnight for best results.

Mixture will thicken as it cools. If it becomes too thick, blend mixture, adding whole milk 1 Tbsp at a time until it reaches desired consistency.

Stores refrigerated for up to 1 week. Mixes well with brandy or spiced rum, as a substitute for coffee creamer, in any recipe calling for egg nog, or alone with whipped cream and cinnamon.

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Egg Nog Crème Brûlée

no water bath; makes approx 4-5 servings

Ingredients:

350mL heavy cream

100mL Homemade Egg Nog

50mL whole milk

1 Tbsp vanilla (extract or bean)

1/2 Tbsp ground nutmeg

4 Large egg yolks

50g granulated sugar

pinch of kosher salt

turbinado or demerara sugar (for crust)

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 212F. Convection works best for this recipe.

Combine cream, egg nog, milk, vanilla, nutmeg, and salt in a saucepan. Bring to just boiling over medium-high heat, stirring constantly.

Remove cream mixture from heat and set aside for 12 minutes to allow nutmeg and vanilla to infuse.

While waiting, whisk egg yolks with granulated sugar until light and creamy.

After 12 minutes, vigorously whisk while slowly ladling the hot cream mix into the bowl to temper the eggs. When about 3/4 of the cream has been added to the eggs, pour the tempered egg cream back into the saucepan to combine.

Pass twice through a fine mesh sieve, then portion into oven-proof ramekins arranged on a baking tray.

Bake at 212F for 90 minutes. Lightly jostle the pan to test for doneness; crème is ready to remove from the oven when each dish seems to move as a mostly-solid piece rather than sloshing like a liquid, but still visibly jiggles in the center. If needed, continue baking in 5-10 minute increments until proper consistency is reached.

Let sit at room temperature for 30min—1hr before refrigerating to chill and finish setting (at least 2h).

Coat the top in a thin, even layer of turbinado or demerara sugar. Caramelize with a torch until golden-brown and glossy with no distinct sugar crystals remaining. Do not blacken, but a little charring is fine.

Serves well on its own, or topped with Cinnamon Crème Fraîche drizzle in place of cinnamon and whipped cream.

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Cinnamon Crème Fraîche

Ingredients:

8oz crème fraîche French cultured cream

4 Tbsp powdered or confectioner’s sugar

2 Tbsp ground cinnamon

1 Tbsp caramel sauce (Torani or similar works fine)

Instructions:

Whisk ingredients together until combined and uniform.

Drizzle on Egg Nog Crème Brûlée, any other sweet dish, or use as a dessert dipping sauce.

[mistydeyes]

OMG THERES 1K OF YOU!! I cannot believe it! Thank you all so much for all the love and support these last few months :) Literally tearing up at how many people love my works. It all started with a silly little pharmacist fic and look at where we are now!

To celebrate, I will be opening up my inbox for some prompts! For the next week, feel free to send me a character, a prompt below, and any other details (ex. female, male, or g/n character) :)

aesthetic prompts 💌 - CLOSED NOW! thank you for all the submissions :)

soft and cute - all fluff!

vase of flowers - they return home to your door with a small bouquet of flowers with rudy

loveseat - shopping for furniture for your shared home

linen tablecloths - hosting a dinner party (one that is pinterest worthy)

orange juice - sick days call for the best care

vintage maps - a spontaneous trip with an event filled itinerary

cherry lip balm - what was your first kiss like? with graves

paper rings - “put this on” “why did you make a ring out of the straw wrapper?”

ramekins of soup - you both are not experienced chefs but you try a new recipe in the kitchen

tuberose- looking at old photo albums and reminiscing on old memories

tote bags - “hey can you hold this for me?” “why do you have so many things?” “it’s not my fault these pockets don’t hold anything”

sugar cubes - they surprise you with your favorite dessert/sweet treat with price

music - “i made you a playlist!”

pearls - a fancy dinner out with expensive clothes and dining

folded sheets - "hi, i'm your neighbor across the hall :)"

gold - a small gifted ring as a token of your love with price

unlit cigarette - meeting in the most unexpected of places

hot chocolate - a warm snowed in cabin with nowhere to go

house plant - “for your new apartment!” “you know i’m not here enough to water that”

pastel bonnets and rattles - “we are NOT naming our child that”

perfume - perfume bottles decorate your bureau and you decide to let them choose your scent for the day with gaz

friendship bracelets - friends don't look at friends that way, is there something between us? with ghost

shower of tears - angst

crystal glasses - a fight ends with shattered wine glasses and someone is left to pick up the pieces with gaz

running mascara - "i can't believe you would say that to me" with the 141

hyacinth - they decide to interrupt the wedding just as you're about to say your vows with ghost

cardigans - "please don't go, please don't leave me" with ghost

sea salt - you can't do this anymore and just need to get away from them

stars - "do you think in another universe things would have worked out for us?"

cubic zirconia - you both come to the realization that your relationship is beyond repair

cold sheets - "can you hold me just one more time?" with soap and gaz

hydrangeas - a sudden death leaves one of you without the other for the rest of time

cocktails - "you need to stop drinking too much" "what do you know?"

graveyard - "please i don't want to die" with price

enlisted - military au

empty cartridges - "I want you to run, I'll cover you!"

uniforms - they sure clean up well as you look at them in their dress uniform with price

cigarette smoke - you share a cigarette (and exchange indirect kisses) while on patrol with ghost

confidential files - you're the newest addition to the team and you recognize a familiar face

jacket - you forgot to pack you winter gear and they're helping you avoid the cold

angel - this time you're their knight in shining armor as you save them with soap | with price

manila folders - "I'm being transferred to another unit"

bandages - you are the only one with the med kit and are tasked with patching them up

barbells - "you're doing it wrong, let me show you"

MREs - "can we switch? this food is absolute shit"

hit the showers (18+) - a prank ends with you getting your clothes and towel stolen with soap

wigs - you get sent undercover with them

hot and seductive - smut (18+)

lace (18+) - “wait for me in the bedroom, i have a surprise”with soap

stained lipstick (18+) - rough kisses in the back of an uber with gaz | with ghost

stolen glaces (18+) - "are you going to kiss me or not?"

tanning lotion (18+) - you just wanted help with an even lotion application but now their touch is venturing elsewhere

black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment with price: part i and part ii

fruit juice (18+) - "let's test out that theory about drinking pineapple juice"

morning sun (18+) - you have nowhere to go and decide to spend it in bed ;) with ghost | with gaz | with price

silk (18+) - “you look absolutely gorgeous tonight”

[lesbiancooking]

French Onion Gnocci Soup

This makes 4 servings.

Ingredients

I tsbp olive oil

2 tsbp unsalted butter

3 small yellow or white onions(thinly sliced)

1 tsbp brown sugar

.5 tsp salt

.25 tsp black pepper

1 tsbp thyme

1 minced clove of garlic

1 tsbp flower

1 tsbp Worcestershire sauce

4 cups of vegetable broth(bullion and water also works)

16 Oz of gnocci

8 Oz shredded gruyere cheese

.25 cups shredded parmesan cheese

Put the olive oil and butter in a pot, and heat over medium high heat. Add the onions and cook for 5 minutes, untill they begin to brown. Make sure to stir consistently.

Then add the sugar and cook for another 10 minutes, stirring consistently untill the onions are soft and brown.

Add the flower and sautee for 2 to 3 minutes, until the flower is cooked. Make sure to scrape bits off the bottom.

Add the beef broth and Worcestershire sauce. Let it get to a boil. Then cover and simmer for 5 min.

Then add the gnocchi, and cook according to package directions.

If you have ramekins, divide the soup into 4. Then, top with the cheeses and broil for 2-3 minutes, untill the cheese is bubbly.

Otherwise, mix in the cheese when served.

I find this goes well with French bread for dipping.

Here is the recipe I based this on.

https://patcooks.com/blogs/recipes/french-onion-gnocchi-soup

[notwhelmedyet]

bittersweet chocolate pots de crème

I am once again making the best ever chocolate custards, which I made once two months ago and have been craving ever since. The original recipe is locked behind a NYT paywall but...

1½ cups heavy cream

½ cup whole milk

3 ounces unsweetened baking chocolate, finely chopped

4 egg yolks

5 tablespoons sugar

pinch of salt

Preheat oven to 300 degrees. In a heavy saucepan, bring cream and milk to a boil. Remove from heat; whisk in chopped chocolate until smooth.

In a large bowl, whisk together the yolks, sugar and salt. Whisking constantly, slowly pour hot chocolate into yolks. Strain through a very fine mesh sieve into a large measuring cup or bowl.

Divide mixture among 2- to 4-ounce small ramekins. Set filled cups in a large roasting pan. Add hot tap water to pan, halfway up sides of cups. Cover pan with foil; use a fork to prick holes in foil, place in the oven.

Bake until edges are lightly set but center is still jiggly — it will set as it cools. Original recipe says 30 minutes, in my oven it's 40 minutes. Transfer cups to a wire rack to cool completely. Refrigerate at least 3 hours before serving