#love to bake

[candyvalentinne]

Love baking

[sikfankitchen]

Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting 🥕

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[lazylittledragon]

i will never listen to anyone saying that being a child/teenager is the best years of your life because when you're 22 you can just decide you want cookies and then in like 25 minutes you have cookies. could a child do that i think not

[gunnenmoonlight]

I have this meme lying around and my mood rn man…I can’t

I felt like I’ve been robbed. I can’t stop watching the premiere. I’ve been crying since 5am. When the premiere started, now it’s 5pm and I’m still crying. man…

[thuesdaynightdykelife]

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."

[arttsuka]

I made @wolfythewitch 's fox Bill design out of polymer clay

It's pretty thin (so thin I'm afraid it'll snap in half anytime I lift it)

Front and back side:

[bryonyashaw]

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𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀

Victoria sponge cake is a British cake. It's a vanilla sponge cake that is sandwiched with jam and buttercream (or whipped cream)

𝙄𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙢:

• 500g/1lb 2oz strawberries, hulled and halved

• 500g/1lb 2oz jam sugar

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚:

•175g/6oz unsalted butter, at room temperature, plus extra for greasing

•175g/6oz caster sugar

•3 large free-range eggs, beaten

•1 tsp vanilla extract

•175g/6oz self-raising flour

•300ml/10½fl oz double cream

•icing sugar, for dusting

𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗱 for the jam

1) You can just use pre-made jam from a jar to save time. Place the strawberries in a large saucepan and crush with a potato masher.

2) Add the jam sugar and heat gently, stirring continuously, until the sugar dissolves.

3) Keep stirring, increasing the heat, bringing it to a full rolling boil, one that bubbles vigorously, rises in the pan and cannot be stirred down.

4) Start timing and boil for four minutes only. Remove from the heat and set aside to cool.

𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗱 for the sponge

1) Preheat the oven to 190C(170C fan)/375F/Gas 5. Lightly grease the tins with butter.

2) To make the cakes, cream the butter and caster sugar together until the mixture is pale and light. Gradually add the beaten eggs, mixing well between each addition and scraping down the sides of the bowl from time to time. Add the vanilla extract and mix to combine.

3) Sift the flour into the bowl and fold in until the mixture is glossy and smooth.

4) Divide the mixture between the mini sandwich tin cups and level with a teaspoon.

5) Bake on the middle shelf of the oven for about 15 minutes until golden-brown and springy to the touch.

6) Leave the cakes to cool in the tin for two minutes and then ease onto a wire cooling rack and leave to cool completely.

7) Whip the cream to soft peaks and spoon into a piping bag fitted with a small plain nozzle.

8) Cut each cake in half horizontally with a bread knife.

9) Pipe one dot of the cream in the middle of each cake base and the rest in dots around the edges. Drizzle the jam over the cream, place the sponge tops on and lightly sift icing sugar over the cakes

[bakedbeanchan]

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | I LIKE IT

[mollybeenoel]

Source

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[amethystsoda]

Chocolate Syrup Cake (1987)

[imthursdaysyme]

candace flynn the biggest mamas girl on planet earth

[amsomerville]

Baking while Recovering

I am not ready to give up my blog, but I admit I have been feeling a little uninspired, or uninspiring, beyond opportunities to preach once a month. Fitting in physical therapy exercises, preparing meals, and throwing myself into baking, partly for us and partly for cause. So here, in a few pictures, is what I have been up to. A loaf of white sandwhich bread for us and a loaf for communion for…

[w1ndarchr]

be nice to him