#eplekake

[9ande]

06.10.2024 - Tegning og tango

[8ande]

11.05.2024 - Ny genser ferdig

[pedershverdag]

Sommerruller fra helgen og eplekake fra tirsdags kveld👍🏻

[sillysilje]

Since so many of you messaged me about the Norwegian apple cake (#eplekake) I baked the other day, I figured I would share my moms recipe on here. ⠀⠀   ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 4 eggs * 3 dl sugar * 5,5 dl flour * 4 tsp baking powder * 2 tsp vanilla sugar * lemon zest * 100 g melted butter * 2 dl water * 5 apples * Sugar and cinnamon Preheat your oven to 175C/350F In a large bowl, whisk the eggs and sugar until light and fluffy. Mix the remaining dry ingredients in a separate bowl and add to the sugar and egg mix. Add the melted and cooled butter, lemon zest and water and stir together, then pour the batter into a greased round cake pan. Peel and cut the apples into wedges, and push these into the batter. Top with sugar and cinnamon and bake for 45 minutes, or until the center no longer appears wet and an inserted toothpick is removed with a few crumbs. Let the cake cool, and enjoy a slice with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, or outside with a cup of freshly brewed coffee and a mountain View. 🖤 (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnCzjvJFioN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y6xr7z0g3tm4

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04.12.2021 - Laurdag

[platingbypia]

Enkle Epleroser

Har du en spesiell person i livet som kunne trengt en ekstra (og smakfull) oppmerksomhet? Epleroser er smakfulle små roser av epler og butterdeig smaksatt med kanel og sukker. Utrolig enkelt å lage og med 5 enkle ingredienser har du epleroser på under 1 time! Enkle Epleroser (4 roser) Ingredienser: 2 epler2 butterdeigsplater, tinte2-3 ts kanelCa. 50 g sukker2 ss smør, smeltet Slik gjør du…

[margaretfjerde]

26.02.2020 - Lånaløå

[msvend1]

Guttungen overraska pappan sin m kaffe og egenbakt eplekake! Lucky me!🤗 #eplekake #lykke https://www.instagram.com/p/B2wlNwKI_w8eGZ5cnXEtl-Y5sAaPvBPlK3bsi80/?igshid=1usvd94k4k43

[fashionita72]

Eplekake med Vaniljekrem

Kom hjem fra jobb fredag ettermiddag til denne nydelige og saftige eplekaken som min datter hadde laget til oss. Har fått lov å dele den supergode oppskriften hennes på bloggen min. Spis den gjerne varm med vaniljeis til, men den smaker minst like godt kald.

Ingredienser: 2 stk egg 3 dl sukker 100 g smeltet smør 3 dl melk 6 dl mel 5 ts bakepulver 4 stk store epler. Halvparten i båter og resten i…

[jeditrond]

Anubis Noir kapittel 24, del 1

Anubis Noir kapittel 24, del 1

Fortsettelse fra kapittel 23, del 2.

Kystfortet

Noen uker senere, en torsdags morgen før jobb. Jeg hadde stått opp før Marianne, hun hadde fri i dag. Jeg laget frokost til oss begge og hørte på musikk, men brukte hodetelefoner fordi jeg ville la Marianne få sove lenger. Spillelisten jeg hørte på var egenkomponert og inneholdt musikk som Marianne syntes var i mørkeste laget. Mens jeg ventet…

[benevolentgodloki]

In the midafternoon, a courier brings by an eplekake, still warm. The note is tapped on the top of the box in a gold envelope, emerald seal. 'Uranium —An Admirer'

Once again, Loki squirrels his gift away to his room so he can enjoy it. Though he hasn't been one for collecting sentimental items for many years, he saves each of the simple notes in a pouch stashed in a drawer of his wardrobe.

"I hope Stark has some inventive ideas on how to burn off all these calories," he snickers to himself. "I know I do."

[9ande]

01.08.2024 - Forkjølt

[8ande]

08.03.2024 - Is og snøv i bedet mitt

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Headcannon: Modern!AU Baking w/Ivar

My Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: “Hey, doll! Could I request a Modern au! Headcanon of Ivar and the reader baking?”

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Nope, none than I can think of

A/N: So, I might still be a bit in the holiday spirit, hence the christmas cookies stuff. Anyhow, hope you like this, and thank you so much for reading! Sending you my love!

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius​ @xbellaxcarolinax​ @1950schick​ @ietss​

·         The first time you get Ivar to help you bake something is near the holidays. You’d be celebrating an early Christmas so the two of you can go to his mother’s house to partake in the Yule celebrations.

·         So, you’d manage to pout your way into having Ivar help you make some cookies.

·         He’d have one condition, if only because he still wants to keep the façade of not liking festive stuff: simple, plain cookies. No Christmas tree shapes, no stocking shapes, no nothing.

·         You’d mutter something about him turning into a Grinch, but accept. Round sugar cookies it is.

·         It’d turn out to be very fun, for the both of you, the making of the cookies.

·         You’d point Ivar in the correct direction, murmuring the correct measurements and guiding his hand through some of the motions, especially when it comes time to make the glaze. And, surprisingly enough, he’d prove to be a model student.

·         You’d admit, the most fun you’d have during the whole thing would be decorating the cookies.

·         Making out over the countertop while you wait for them to finish baking comes a close second, though.

·         Ivar would grow adorably frustrated at his apparent inability to handle the piping bag filled with colored glaze, and though you have to lean over your work table and kiss away the frown between his brows more than once, you’d have the time of your life witnessing all that.

·         At some point, while you’d be arguing absently that he could help you next time you have to make a few batches of cookies or cupcakes for a party, Ivar would stop you with a call of your name.

·         His eyes would be wide and a frown between his brows as he looks at the cookie you’re decorating, the round canvas only working to help you make a little Santa face on it, red hat and all.

·         When he’d ask what that cookie is supposed to be, offering it is an old man victim to the cold, and that Ivar shouldn’t judge him for his choice of has wouldn’t particularly cut it.

·         Ivar would claim because of your betrayal of the terms, that he isn’t obligated to help you anymore.

·         You’d have a feeling it is because he’s awfully competitive and couldn’t stand the thought of you decorating cookies better than he can, but you wouldn’t argue.

·         You’d regret not arguing, not calling him out on it, the next time you ask him to join you in making a fresh batch of cupcakes.

·         He’d use your previous ‘betrayal’ as the reason why that will be the first and last time he helps you bake some sweets.

·         But you are nothing if not resourceful.

·         And, in the time you’ve been dating him, you’ve learned Ivar has a weakness for anything baked, especially if warm and made by you.

·         So, your plan of making your stubborn boyfriend bake with you starts taking form.

·         First, it’s casual. A few times he returns to the apartment to find the characteristic smell of cinnamon rolls in the air.

·         He’d rush to find you -or them-, but after a quick greeting you tell him you had promised Torvi some for the kids’ school baking sale.

·         A lie, but all is fair in war and love, right?

·         Ivar would ask if you can make more, and it is then you’d make use of every dramatic scene you’ve watched.

·         You’d sigh, long and tired, and offer that you are exhausted, but, if you were to have any help, you could make some more.

·         Ivar’s eyes would narrow at you, the hint of suspicion in them, before he’d deny the offer.

·         If you insisted, he’d offer to help you relax after a long day of work on those cinnamon rolls, eyes dark and mouth by your ear.

·         Point for him, because you forget all about baking for quite a while.

·         If the promise of positive reinforcement doesn’t work, you figure negative reinforcement will.

·         So, one evening you’d extricate yourself from his arms, and cut the marathon night short, standing up from the couch with the most innocent claims about wanting to cook something you could muster.

·         Ivar would be already awaiting your next attack on his stubborn insistence not to help you bake anything, so he’d just shrug and tell you to go ahead.

·         But eventually curiosity would win over pride, and he’d grab his crutch and walk after you, standing in the kitchen’s doorway.

·         At your words that you plan on making rosemary muffins, his whole face would scrunch up in a grimace.

·         But you’d realize you had played your cards too quickly when, at your offer that you could make his favorite if he helps you, Ivar gathers his best poker face and wishes you luck with your rosemary muffins before pressing a kiss behind your ear and returning to the living room.

.         Another point for him, and this time defeat isn’t as fun as last time.

·         And, because you are in love with a frustratingly perceptive and intelligent man, each move you make in this silent war of yours fails to grant you victory.

·         And so months would pass, and your efforts would diminish, coming more and more sporadically, if only in the hopes of catching him by surprise for once.

·         Ivar would be the one to surprise you, though.

·         You’d walk into the apartment after a long day (a long week, really), and find Ivar sitting on his wheelchair and moving about the kitchen with ease, the basic ingredients to some baked sweet placed all around him.

·         His eyes would widen when he caught sight of you, and you’d only raise your eyebrows.

·         You’d know that you have the most annoying and smug grin on your face, but you wouldn’t care in the slightest about hiding it.

·         He’d mutter adorably something about wanting to do something that would make you feel better after a long week, mentioning how you seem to cheer yourself up by baking something.

·         Though your first instinct would be to run up at him and kiss him until neither of you can quite breathe normally, which you do, you refuse to be carried away. Victories like these only come once in a lifetime.

·         So, hands joined together and eyes innocently perverse as they gaze up at him, you’d ask him what the two of you would be making.

·         It would take a lot of prodding on your part and a lot of sulking on his part, but you’d eventually get him to accept defeat, and admit he did have fun, that day and the time of your ‘early Christmas’.

·         You’d have a feeling he refused to admit he enjoyed the time he had spent baking with you only out of spite and pride, refusing to give you that one victory.

·         It proves to be as fun as the first time, even more so, now that Ivar is observant to your tricks and insists on looking over your shoulder ever chance he has to make sure all you are making is plain sugar cookies.

·         And, in what you know he calls payback only to refuse admitting he has as much fun as you do, Ivar would insist on making every treat he missed out on in those months you were luring him into accepting defeat.

·         Cinnamon rolls, red velvet cupcakes, caramel fudge, ginger muffins, all of it.

·         And you’d partake every time, enjoying how Ivar grows more and more confident in his actions in the kitchen, almost a natural.

·         You’d come to regret the whole thing soon enough.

·         Ivar proves to be a menace when he gets a hang of what makes the base for most baked goods.

·         He’d try anything. Whiskey cupcakes, cream cheddar cheese cookies, the most obscure recipes.

·         He does manage to surprise you with some fantastic results in old recipes from the Viking Era and before, like Mandel-Eplekake, and Blod Kaker.

·         All in all, your campaign to make him give in and accept he enjoys baking with you proves to be a successful one, you learn a few things on the way, and you even manage to impress the Lothbroks with some traditional Scandinavian baked good next time you spend Yule with them.

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So, I hope you liked it!! Thank you so much for reading (and for requesting,y ou lovely anon!), hope you have a great day/night! Love you all! 

And yes, I have the recipes for the cakes mentioned, here you go

[aurorawest]

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I decided to go with this section from chapter 5 of Will you be my festar-man? Love and courtship in the New Asgardian court (or, How Loki Stopped Worrying and Proposed to Stephen Strange)!

Chapter 5 is the hårkullornas, a word I...kind of made up. But the thing itself is based on a real concept. This is the chapter where Loki weaves the thing out of his hair and Stephen’s hair. In this bit, Loki has just arrived at the Sanctum:

With a snort, Loki said “We will not be checking on her. That very much sounds like a job for the Sorcerer Supreme.” Glancing at the door that the creature had been trying to come through, which was now innocuously open to a sun-dappled, grassy hillside, Loki said, “That wasn’t the thing you were after the other night, was it?”

“No,” Stephen said. “That thing was a lot uglier.”

Callback to earlier in the chapter, when Stephen comes over to New Asgard to bone, then leaves to go fight some sort of creature.

I find that there’s a ton of comedic potential in Stephen’s enemies. I love to make reference to all these kinds of ridiculous things and play them off as funny. Tonally, think Beetlejuice, Ghostbusters, that kind of thing—where yeah, this stuff would be at home in a horror story, but I play it for laughs. The modern Doctor Strange comics do this a lot too.

“Mm hm.” Loki motioned to his own hair and said, “You have something on your head.”

Stephen reached up and felt the glop in his hair. “Probably calls for a shower.”

Smiling slightly, Loki asked, “Am I invited?”

“Well,” Stephen said, “it’s in your hair too, so yeah.”

When Loki made a face, Stephen chuckled. He opened a portal in the floor, draining the amniotic fluid to—somewhere. Sometimes Loki wondered if Stephen sent things like this to the same pocket dimension that he’d once sent Loki to. It was sort of an insulting thought. He’d get annoyed, but Stephen had apologized long ago for that.

We actually see this moment in my fic but it hasn’t been posted yet.

Once the fluid drained away, Stephen teleported them straight to the bathroom, where both of them stripped off their clothes. The Sanctum’s shower was really too small for the two of them to be in there at the same time, but it had never stopped them. Loki had to reach around Stephen for the soap and shampoo, which gave him the opportunity to lean against Stephen’s back and kiss his shoulder. Stephen grabbed Loki’s arm and wrapped it around his stomach, and Loki pulled him back against his own chest, leaving his lips pressed against Stephen’s skin.

Their positioning was very purposeful. One of my biggest pet peeves in the Loki fandom is like...really rigid gender norms, wherein Loki is feminized to an absurd degree. The kind of gender norms where Loki can’t top. Loki can’t be the big spoon. Loki can’t stand behind Stephen and hug him. Having Loki be even mildly more ‘dominant’ here (in that he pulls Stephen back against him) was a...counterpoint to that.

Loki’s clothes weren’t in much of a state to put back on, so he changed into some of Stephen’s. This was, personally, never his favorite thing to do, though he had to admit that the old sweatshirt and sweatpants were comfortable. 

There’s a head canon that floats around out there that Loki would love to lounge in Stephen’s comfy clothes. I don’t agree with that at all, but I do love the image of Loki in Stephen’s clothes. 

Unstylish, but comfortable.

I hc that Stephen is incredibly poorly dressed, and Loki is forever exasperated by it.

His own clothes got balled up, stuck in a garbage bag, and vanished to his pocket dimension to deal with later.

Aka, never, probably.

“In the interest of full disclosure,” Stephen said, “Music in the Park is happening again tonight.”

I had to add this because I realized it was Friday again, and I had established in chapter 3 that Music in the Park happens on Fridays in Washington Square Park.

“Not Haydn, I take it?”

“Mahler.”

“Ah. You must like Mahler.”

Stephen was still dressed only in his underwear, possibly because he was waiting to hear if they were going out, possibly because he just liked the way Loki was looking at him. With a shrug, he said, “What can I say; I like the Romantics.”

The amount of time I spent looking at various classical artists to determine which ones Stephen hates and which ones Stephen loves is honestly a little sad. I always say there’s like, a little Stephen Strange in my head, and he tells me what music he likes and what he doesn’t like (I realize that makes me sound like a crazy person). I have a Stephen’s Favorite Songs playlist, and there are songs on there that personally, I don’t really care for. But Stephen does! I just know it. I knew that Stephen would like the Romantic composers, but I had to find just the right one. And Mahler it was.

Rubbing at his damp hair, Loki looked at Stephen’s bed. There was a stack of books on the bedside table. Considering his current sartorial choices, sitting in bed and reading seemed like a better option than going out.

Plus…the hårkullornas. Perhaps it was better to give it to Stephen sooner rather than later.

Which could be said for other things, once the hårkullornas was out of the way.

Some innuendo.

Stephen was looking at him, waiting for an answer. There was a t-shirt in his hands, open and ready to be donned. Loki smiled at him. “If we stay in, does that mean you won’t get dressed?”

With a laugh, Stephen said, “Let me put a shirt on at least, Odinson. We have to leave something to the imagination once in awhile.”

Personally, Loki was hoping it was one of the shirts that was tight enough that it didn’t leave all that much to the imagination. 

Loki is so horny for Stephen.

[...] Loki held a hand out. The box with the hårkullornas appeared in his palm and he turned to face Stephen, thrusting the box at him. “Here. I made this for you.”

“Made what?” Stephen asked, pulling his shirt over his head. There was the barest flicker of trepidation on his face when he emerged. “It’s not more food, is it?” When Loki gave him a nonplussed look, Stephen said, “So…no?”

“I learned my lesson with the cake,” Loki said. Not really; the rest of the courtship just didn’t require any baking. 

I love to make Loki tell really minor lies, and this is a really good example. Oh no, I wouldn’t bake anything else, Stephen! No he totally would have if he needed to, but he sees absolutely no harm in telling this white lie.

And it was a good thing, too, because he didn’t think he’d be able to get Stephen to eat another baked good that he’d made.

“You’re a good cook,” Stephen said. “Just…maybe stick to Kringla Bakery for the other stuff.”

Kringla Bakery is the name of the bakery in the Norway Pavilion in Epcot at Walt Disney World. They have eplekake on the menu, which I did not realize until last time I was there a few weeks ago. Eplekake is the recipe Loki uses as a base for the cake he makes Stephen in chapter 3. We really came full circle on this one.

Rolling his eyes, Loki said, “Noted. Are you going to open that? I promise it isn’t food. Or the vague approximation of food.”

Kringla Bakery, honestly. New Asgard’s sole bakery catered to tourists and tourists only. Loki wouldn’t be caught dead in there.

New Asgard as a tourist destination is endlessly entertaining to me. It’s really versatile, too. Sometimes I play it for laughs, sometimes I turn it into this really kind of wistful, sad thing. This is supposed to be funny, hopefully obviously.

Thank you so much for asking!!

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

[ettomdagen6]

13.11.2021 - Lys på Skafjellet