#kjeks

[troger]

tanulság: a 6-os doboz nem elég szűk a 4 fánknak,

s a biciklin rázkódva fejreállnak

ebédem pattintott donut

[palmtearoom]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐥 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 🎄🍪

250ɢ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ

125ɢ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ

1 ᴇɢɢ

400ɢ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ꜰʟᴏᴜʀ

1 ᴛꜱᴘ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

1/2 ᴛꜱᴘ ꜱᴀʟᴛ

1 ᴇɢɢ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ɢʟᴀᴢᴇ

1/4 ᴛꜱᴘ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ

50ɢ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ

For full recipe visit 👉 www.palmetreet.no/pos/swedish-sailors-biscuits

[platingbypia]

Sjokoladekjeks med Ganache

Hvis du ikke er så veldig begeistret for de tradisjonelle julekakene eller du bare har lyst til å prøve deg på noe nytt i år, da er disse sjokoladekjeksene fylt med ganache noe for deg! Her får alle sjokoladeelskere noe å kose seg med. Det er myke, seige sjokoladekjeks fylt med en god dose ganache. Disse er perfekte som en liten snacks i juletiden! Sjokoladekjeks med…

[hoe4sports]

Caroline Graham Hansen | When an accident occurs

A/N: Long text ahead. Written from mostly Caroline’s perspective.

Triggers: Medical trauma, birth, angstttt -Day 64-

“Mrs. Graham, what I’m trying to say is that talking to her might help. Holding her hand might help. Patients like her often recall hearing their loved ones talking to them. She’s gonna have to have the fight of her life, and she needs you to fight with her. The baby needs to hear someone’s voice and feel someone’s touch. ” The doctor said as he looked over at me. We were sitting in one of the uncomfortable meeting rooms that was in connection to the intensive care unit. The unit that I had previously not had any relations to. The unit that now had my two most important things within their walls. Leaving me to be able to do nothing but to trust the doctors and nurses. I didn’t even know what to do without her. It had already been two months since the incident. The incident were she was tackled mid game by Lauren James causing her to go head first into the pole of the goal leaving her body lifeless on the ground for several minutes while the medical staff evacuated her. She was only four months pregnant when this happened. It was one of her last games. I had begged her to not play, but she told me to trust her. That everything would be okay and over within 90 minutes. The only issue was that after 25 minutes had passed, my life changed forever. This wasn’t according to plan at all. We were supposed to be in Norway, on our honeymoon before going back to Barcelona to give birth. Instead we were here, stuck in the coldness of the intense care unit. “That’s everything for now Mrs.Graham.” The doctor finished as he closed his binder. “Thank you Doctor” I muttered as I got up from the chair while the tears was burning in my eyes. I walked across the hall, to the right and then to room 4114.

-Day 68-

I walked into the doors of the icu. The nurses giving me apologetic smiles. I didn’t smile back or say anything. I couldn’t. My life had changed forever, and for every day that passed it felt like she was disappearing more and more into her own brain. Room 4114. I knocked on the door as if I was expecting her to open the door for me and ask me to sit. Her nurse welcomed me in, and I sat down in my usual chair next to my wife. She looked so peaceful. As if nothing had ever happened. Like she had slept in like she usually would on Sunday mornings. I don’t know how she still looked so beautiful. The nurse looked at me and smiled. “Today marks the start of week 29.” I was confused as I couldn’t understand what she meant. I shot her a confused look. “Your wife is now 29 weeks pregnant. She’s well today. Her bloodwork came back clear and her vitals are textbook perfect.” The nurse said as she stroke my wife’s hair. Always so perfect. The perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife, the perfect teammate and somehow even perfect in coma. “I’ll leave you alone now, I’m right outside if anything were to happens. Don’t hesitate to push the call button if I can do anything for you mrs. Graham.” She said as she disappeared around the corner of the room. I looked back at my perfect wife, and scooted my chair closer to the bed. “Kjeks is missing you. He sleeps on your side of the bed every night. He meows in the mornings as he walks around confused.” I started as I had to shift my gaze to not have a breakdown. “God, baby, I miss you. I am so lost without you.” I said as I grabbed her hand. I was terrified to break her, and I was scared that she was hurt. But the doctor said that I needed to do this, and I would do whatever it took to get her back. I slipped my hand under her blanket as I rested my hand on her belly. I could feel the baby kick. The feeling leaving me broken inside. “You would’ve loved to feel her kicks. She’s active. She loves to kick. The nurses says she might be a footballer. But i just want her to be alive.” I said as I paused. “Because if she dosent live, and you won’t live. Then I’m not sure I wanna live either.” I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek. 

-Day 80-

The doctor’s was sitting infront of me awaiting my decision. “If you need more time, mrs.Graham, we will respect your wishes and give you more time.” The doctor said with a Spanish like accent. The kind of accent I could recall her make when she made fun of Alexia’s terrible English. “Do it” I said sternly as I got up and walked out of the room. I made my way back the my wife’s room and sat down next to her. “I don’t know how to do this without you. But they need to get the baby out, and they say it’s to give you a better chance.” I swallowed. “But, I can’t help but wonder   If they are taking her out so that they can say that they atleast saved one of you. But I would rather have you than the baby.” I said as I trailed off feeling the familiar burning sensation in my eyes. I grabbed her hand and kissed where she had tan lines from her wedding ring. “And don’t worry, kjære. Im not giving up on you. I have your ring with me everywhere just in case you wake up.” I said as I rubbed her hand.  “I wish you could make this decision about the baby with me. I don’t know how to parent or how to be a mom. Please, please, please. Wake up kjære, wake up.» i said, but to no use. I was cut off as the doctors walked in ready to take our baby out. As if my wife was just some kind of incubator. Just a lifeline for the baby. But to me, she’s my wife. She’s everything. I can’t have this baby without her.

-Day 90-

I sat in the chair next to the doctors dissociating as they talked on about the usual stuff. How her night had been, how her body was handling and what they wanted to do moving forwards. They were going on about possible long term effects of the coma, but also talking about how her brain finally had gone down to normal size after being swollen for months. They were ramming about things like the baby, who was allowed to see my wife and that they was gonna try to wake her up today. They were also talking about how they had kept the baby next to her to give the baby time to feel her.

«Sorry, waking her up?” I asked as I snapped out of my own thoughts. “Like as in getting her out of the coma?” I repeated as I couldn’t believe my own two ears. “Yes, Mrs.Graham, we believe that we will be able to wake her up this time. Everything is coming back clear and the  scans of her brain shows no further injuries as it has come down to normal size.” The doctor said while smiling at me. I was confused. Waking her up? That would mean she would be in pain, confused or even have memory loss. I don’t know what scares me the most; the thought of her waking up to her memory being gone, or her never waking up. “We know this is a lot to handle, but we are feeling optimistic. You are encouraged to be in the room when she wakes up. That’s all for now, mrs.Graham.” He said as the team of doctors stood up. I couldn’t stand yet. I was just sitting in the chair I had sat in every morning from 9-9.15 for 90 days. 

I was ripped out of my chain of thoughts as a nurse tapped my shoulder with our baby in her hands. “She has been fed and changed. I think she might want her mom.” The nurse smiled as she cooed down towards the newborn, our newborn. She was surprisingly well for having been born so early. The oxygen was only needed for the first 48 hours after birth. I had a strained relationship with the baby. She had always wanted to be the first to hold her, and it tore me to pieces that she couldn’t. I had hold her a couple of times, but I didn’t wanna bond with her yet. I couldn’t, how could I when her mother, my wife was laying in a bed with tubes everywhere?

I was lead into her room again. 4114 as the nurse pushed me down in a chair, and put a pillow underneath my arm. She reached the baby towards me, and I reached my hands towards the baby. I carefully placed the baby in my lap. The nurse slipped out of the room, like she always would. “Hei lillevenn» i said as she grabbed my finger and cooed. Her little tiny hand was wrapped around my finger as if I was the only thing keeping her alive. I hadn’t really done anything to keep her alive. The nurses had been feeding her, changing her and bathing her. Soothing her when she needed soothing and giving her cuddles all day. «Mamma is gonna wake up soon, and then we can be a family like we were supposed to.” I said softly as I felt like an elephant had sat on my chest. “I’m sorry that I haven’t cared for you. Your mamma will be mad at me for it, but you see. I can’t live without your mamma. She is my everything.”‘I said as a tear escaped my eye. She started fussing which caused me to stress. I picked her up and put her towards my chest as I got up from the chair and reached towards the call button. I sighted as I stopped myself from letting the nurses have her.

“Shh, I don’t know how to do this lillevenn, but I’ll try my best” I said as I slowly started bouncing her carefully while I walked around the room while the machines monitoring her was beeping in a comforting matter. "Yea, that's it skatten min, you are safe, its okay, mamma has got you" I said as she started to settle down. I looked down on her as she was whining. She would makes sounds from time to time especially when the baby cried, so it wasn't abnormal. "I know baby, its okay, I'm taking care of her" I said as I tucked some of her hair behind her beautifully braided blonde hair while I kept rocking back and forward. The baby kept crying as a doctor and a nurse entered the room. "Just here to perform the usual checks" he said as he shot me an apologetic smile. "yea, go ahead" I said as if I had any right to decided what were to happen. I slipped outside of the room as she kept crying in a desperate attempt to calm her.

Her stroller stood just outside of her mothers room. I laid her down in the stroller which made her look even tinier. I then started slowly pushing the stroller, the stroller that my wife had picked out. It was a cyber e-praim. Benedicte had been eyeing the stroller for months, but had decided that it was too expensive. That's why I had left practice early one day blaming an injuring in my calf for needing physio. I had went straight to the shop were she had eyed the stroller down and purchased it before I brought it home and set it up for her. I remember how happy she was when she saw it when she got home before she had gasped thinking of the price. I didn't care about prices or money because no amount of money would ever repay the love and patience that she had given me. "Mrs.Graham" I voice said from the door of my wife´s room. I was down the hallway with the baby that had just fallen asleep in the stroller. "Yes, what's wrong?" I asked scared to death about what had happened. Last time they called me in like this, they had to have emergency surgery. The nurse smiled as I got closer to her as she nodded her head towards the inside of the room. "Your wife, she's awake" she said as I stopped in my tracks while feeling pure horror running wild in my veins. "Sorry?" I asked as I blinked hard to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. "Your wife is awake, and she's asking for you." she repeated as I looked between the blinds of the room. "Can I-" I started before I could hear my wife talking. "Is she here? Can I call her?" she said as she hadn't noticed me with a worried tone in her voice. God knows that I wasn't deserving of this woman. Even after being in a coma, she wasn't worried about her, but about me. "Yes mrs. Graham, you can see her"

"Skatt, i am so sorr-" she said as I walked towards her and cut her off. "Shh" I said as I sat down next to her legs on the mattress of the bed and pulled her head into my chest. "Everything is stable, so we will give you two a minute" the doctor said as I just nodded in response while my tears were streaming down my face. "Its not your fault, prinsesse. You couldn't have predicted this." I said as I held her tight and didn't wanna let her go ever again. I didn't know how I was supposed to ever let her out of my sight ever again. Her hand rested on my back as I could feel her left hand reaching for her previous baby bump. She pulled away with a look of horror on her face. "The baby" she whispered as tears were forming in her eyes. "Jenta mi, the baby is no-" I started as she cut me off. "no, god no, please don't say it, Caz. I don't wanna hear it." she said as she threw herself onto me. I rubbed her back and leaned down towards her ear. "The baby is in the stroller napping." Her head shoot up and her eyes widened. "She's here? She made it? She's okay? living?" she said as tears once against formed in her eyes. "Do you want me to get her?" I asked as she nodded rapidly with her hand on her belly while the other hand was over her mouth. 

I walked out and stopped the stroller from rocking back and forth. She was in a hospital body, which I instantly regretted as I wished I had brought her clothes to the hospital. The wheels of the stroller rolled soundlessly into the hospital room, and I stopped her next to her bed. She instantly tried to get up, but I stopped her. "Let me get her for you, prinsesse. Your body isn't strong enough yet." I mumbled as I reached down for our girl and placed her on my wife's chest. God, this was the first time I had realized just how beautiful our daughter was. She had my wife´s eyes, her lips was just like her mother’s, a cute button nose and lots of blonde hair. My wife couldn't stop staring at the little bundle of joy as her tears were steaming down her face. My hand touched her hair, stroking it carefully as I admired the pair. I couldn't believe it, my wife was here. For a second, I was filled with horror: what if this was all a dream?

"Caz, she is perfect" My wife cooed as she changed the position of the baby from her chest to her arms. "She's so beautiful" she spoke, and I instantly felt sick. I hadn't paid any attention to the baby as I was worried sick about my wife. I should've formed a bond with her, protected her and held her everyday. The baby probably thought that she had nobody on her side. "Caz, baby, when was she born? How? What was her weight and length?" she asked, not removing her eyes from the precious angel. "Uhm, She was born 10 days ago by c section because she was making you weaker by the hour." I said as I rubbed my neck and got my phone up from my pocket. I went into notes, where I had written everything down. One file for my wife and one for the baby. "She was just shy of 1100 grams and about 14 inches" I said as I popped my phone back into my pocket. "Look at mommy, she's already taking notes about you, lillevenn. That's what she is like, she is always attentive to details. You couldn’t have gotten a better mom even if you wanted to." she said to the baby as she kissed her forehead. "Hello Mrs. Graham, its truly a joy to see you awake." the doctor said as he walked into the room. "Im gonna have to ask you to do some test, which requires that the baby has to stay with mrs. Graham." Benedicte frowned. "I know that it’s not the one thing you wish to be doing, but we need to do mapping of your brain function. " the doctor explained as my wife reluctantly nodded. "Here, go to mamma, she will take care of you and then mamma will be right back" she whispered into the baby's ear before handing me the baby.

-Day 97-

I was walking up to the hospital with a bag in my hand. This time, I was bringing both my girls home. The team had been supportive and granted me the week off to help my wife become comfortable, and settle us into the new daily life. In my bag I had brought the clothes that she had picked out from the hospital for the baby and for herself before the accident. She hadn't really worn anything besides hospital clothes for a long time, so I was nervous about how she would handle it. Before I could see her, I talked to her doctors who explained that she was cleared to go, but that she might be sensitive to feelings for the first few weeks because she had suffered severe trauma.

"Hei jenta mi, ready to go home?" I asked as I stood in the doorway watching her cuddle with our baby. She shot her head up when she heard me and smiled. "Caz, yes! Im so excited!" she squealed as she sat herself up in the bed. She seemed stronger every day, but she wouldn't be able to go back to work for 12 weeks. It didnt seem to bother her. I handed her the bag and she put the baby down in the stroller. "Im gonna go get changed and have a shower. Will you get Celine changed?" she asked as she pressed a kiss to my cheek while skipping to the bathroom. I gulped. My relationship with little Celine wasn't really strong yet and I was terrified to hurt her.

I took out the outfit my wife had planned. A long sleeve pink onesie with ruffles around the neck, white tights and a soft pink dress. It was warm outside so it made sense to not dress her up too much. I carefully took the clothes off the baby and she immediately started fussing when the cool air touched her skin. "Shh, Celine, I know, Mamma is gonna be quick, okay?" I said as I wrestled the clothes on her. She was tiny, but lord knows she was strong. After 10 mins of getting her dressed and 10 mins of putting all of their belongings into the nike bag, my wife came out. Her appearance knocked the air out of me. It felt like the first time I saw her. She was having her long blonde hair down, light makeup, she was wearing my Barca nike pants with my number on it and a white nike tshirt. "What? do I have a bug in my face or something?" she said as she giggled. "Baby, its so refreshing to hear you talk and giggle again. I have missed you so much. You are so beautiful, skatt." I said as I embraced her.

"Alright, and here is the papers. Bring them with you to the doctor for the 2 month check up. Everything has been sorted." the nurse said as we stood by our car with the baby carefully strapped into the carseat and my wife sitting at the front with the door open. "Thank you" I said "for everything, really." I finished as I grabbed the paper. The nurse hugged my wife before going to the back of the car and poking Celine´s cheeks. She closed the doors and waved goodbye. I jumped into the car, and turned the car on. The summer breeze was in the air and the Barcelona sun was settling down. "Let´s go home, skatt. Let´s start our new life." I said as I squeezed her hand. She smiled and looked at me. "Let´s go home, Caz" as she kissed my cheek.

[ask-hws-norge]

NO KJEKS

[nota3xcombo]

hi hellsite, i've never posted art here before so you have NO idea what the original design was, but here's the redesign for my sona, kjeks.

[linglinginjapan]

Onsdag 14. Februar: Kiyose Maraton

Maratonløp på skolen i dag. Jentene løpte 5.4 km, imens guttene måtte løpe 7.6 km. Vant ingen medalje som venninna mi MeiChan (i klassen) gjorde i dag, for hun stakk av med førsteplassen av alle jentene.

Løpte sammen med Yukki og Mei fra tennisklubben. Er egentlig litt raskere enn dem, så følte ikke at jeg løpte mitt aller forteste i dag, men ville ikke løpe alene. Løpte ifra Yukki på siste innspurten da, Mei var allerede et stykke lenger bak oss. Kom på 117. plass av over 300, som ikke er altfor ille, ikke sant? Uansett så er det gøyere å springe ilag med noen.

Det var faktisk en del som ga ut valentinsgodt i dag.

Etter vi var ferdig dro jeg, Chitose og Mei (vinnerer!) innom mr.donuts på veien hjem.

Glemte å lage kjeks til 1.åringene i tennisklubben. Så kjøpte ferdige donutser som jeg bare piffet litt på.

[fizzlingdrinks]

Eat an Ikea kjeks they tasty as fuck

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE 🫵

[lille-meg]

Doing some midnight baking 🍪

[bymiadost]

Havre og cashew kjeks

Havre og cashewnøtter er en fantastisk kombinasjon. Jeg har laget havre og cashew kjeks før, men da med hvetemel og potetmel, denne gangen ville jeg prøve med speltmel. Om det blir så mye sunnere er vel ikke et tilfelle her pga smøret. Men jeg bare kan ikke bruke margarin, fordi det gjør rett og slett vondt i hjerteroten, skal man bake så må man ha smør, fordi det gir smak til baksten i…

[platingbypia]

Grinchen Cookies

Når julen ringer inn er det viktig å huske på at alle skal bli inkludert og at ingen skal føle seg alene og etterlatt. Det betyr at vi heller ikke skal utestenge den fantastiske og selvsentrerte Grinchen i julebaksten vår! Lag disse enkle Grinch Cookiesene sammen med venner og familie, eller lag en batch som du kan gi bort i vert- / vertinnegave! Her får du deilige, myke vaniljekjeks på under en…

[morsommebilder]

rosin cookies er onde nærbilde av cookies mot hvit bakgrunn

[ask-hws-norge]

Nor, why is there a moth in a jar on the kitchen counter?... And why is it staring at me?

- @ask-aph-hws-iceland

Leave Kjeks alone. It won't hurt you.

[tangredont]

you pronounce it as "chex"? nordic solidarity is cancelled. i cannot BELIEVE i pretended to be cousins with someone who pronounces kex wrong (also tone is hard online this is a joke)

I’m dead serious actually, hard k kex have no rights, it’s kjeks or nothing at all

[linglinginjapan]

12. og 13. Februar : Valentins preparasjoner <3

I Japan så er Valentinsdagen en ganske stor sak i forhold til i Norge. Her er Valentindsagen der jentevenner forveksler hjemmelaget/kjøpt sjokolade mellom seg, og i tillegg kanskje til én hun beundrer sterkt. Det er tross alt vanlig å bekjenne sin kjærlighet på denne dagen. Til vanlig bruker jo ikke japanesere å være så direkte når de snakker, heller rigktigere sagt det motsatte. For at du skal forstå hva de vil frem til, må du nesten bare lese mellom linjene som de sier. Du kan sammenligne det med at alt de sier er pakket inn i gavepapir eller noe sånt. Allikevel, når de erklærer sin kjærlighet er de i oppriktig sagt veldig direkte, og det er vanlig å si det direkte til motstanderen.

Det finnes faktisk veldig mange forskjellige typer valentinssjokolader, navnet avhenger av hvem som er den hellige vinneren. Her kan du lese om det.

"Jeg liker deg". = 好きです

Den 14. Februar er det skole-maratonløp, så på selve Valentines dagen blir det kanskje litt vanskelig å få delt ut sjokoladen, derfor var det veldig mange som delte ut i dag istedenfor. Inkludert meg.

Forresten lagde ikke sjokolade, men kjeks! Var oppe til halv 2 på natten for å bli ferdig med å pakke inn alle.

Selve kjeksen lagde jeg hjemme hos Marika.

Hikaru ble veldig glad når han fikk han også.

[undead-potatoes]

Jeg glemmer alltid hvor fantastisk digg Kvikk Lunsj faktisk er, så når Påsken kommer så spiser jeg sånn 10 Kvikk Lunsj i løpet av en uke

Og når Påsken er over så glemmer jeg at den eksisterer for de neste 51 ukene fram til neste Påske igjen