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[aravind4mech]

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[fullcravings]

Italian Sfogliatine with Ricotta - Ricotta Puffed Pastries

[bugslaststraw]

Got very nostalgic and decided I wanted to draw the record holders from that fic I wrote a while ago (dated now) and. Ye.

[sosnastudios]

Snakes of New York

[a-decaying-nightlight]

*appears*

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[tolupas]

[shoe109]

I haven’t slept a full 8 hours in days I am seeing visions of men

[hopefullyababe]

that coffeeshop on campus has such mediocre pastries. like. they arent BAD. the taste ranges from mid to pretty damn good. but theyre dryer than camel spit and stick to your mouth in an unpleasant way. the real upset comes when you get yourself a pretty looking pastry that tastes mid and puts your mouth square into the sahara desert. the coffee dudnt even help.

[chronographes]

ZRC Grands-Fonds 300 m Série 1 : entrée en matière

ZRC Grands-Fonds 300 m Série 1 : entrée en matière

[fairlyabookie]

Their Heart to You

Author's note: How they confess

Content: fluff

Leona finds courting a tedious process; he grew up watching his older brother courting a partner, getting married, and eventually, have a kid, whom he considered a handful. He had seen what love can bring first hand and often was asked about his love life by his brother. 

Most of the time, he hated these nosy questions, shouldering them off with a vague statement so they won’t be asked again. Leona told himself not to have his judgment be clouded by love - he had to make sure he had a clear and sound mind, enough to make adequate decisions and see to it that things get done. He casts his worries and other frivolous things to the side, focusing on nothing but himself and his academics for the time being. 

Admittedly, he didn’t think of you as a distraction per se; rather, he considered you as an equal, your strengths and weaknesses comprising your overall character. Sure, he entertained the thought of courting you, his thoughts meandering to your silhouette, your hubris around him, the poise you carried yourself; no doubt Leona found you entertaining. 

Love, a fickle thing, embodied itself in his time with you, listening to your words as you spoke to him with determined eyes; his honesty abundant, he was more than willing to give - though, executing his ‘love’ would be difficult. Matter of fact, he was clueless. 

As for courting you, he preferred to keep such sentiments and wait for the opportune moment to speak his peace. A watchful predator eyeing his prey, he waits until you’re by yourself to tell you, his charm, his authenticity. 

The Leech twin had a couple tricks up his sleeve when it came to wooing you: he won’t say that these notions would charm you, but rather, appeal to you on his interests and hopefully, have you show your interests to him as well. He greatly valued his friendship with you, often looking forward to seeing you as the day’s passing and wanting to speak to you on occasion.

He’d be subtle in his affections; often engaging in unprofessional behavior, as quoted from Azul and his own twin brother, to see you satisfied. Of course, he had to pull some strings to ensure you had a positive experience with him, after all, you’re the one toying with his heart. 

 To quote Azul, Jade would be a handful, as love captivated him like a spell. At times, the Dorm Leader would begrudgingly let Jade take the task so he can see you. Even at the sight of you, Azul knew not to impede Jade’s advances. In other words, Azul and Floyd would play Jade’s wingmen, regardless if they like it or not. 

Jade had his own ways of wooing, unorthodox methods an average one would say, where he’d plan on potential dates with just you and him and with no interruptions. He’d keep his cool, knowing very well that he can achieve his goal in conveying his feelings outright.  

If one can be honest, Jade had realized his feelings for a while; he yearned, he needed, he wanted to have your heart. Such feelings, he hoped, can come across you once the timing was right. He hated how heavy his heart weighed with such sentiments, yet alas, he hoped he played his cards well for this moment.

They say that the best way to steal one’s heart is through their stomach, and Trey took that personally. He knew everyone’s tastes, including yours. On that note, he’d make sure to bake your favorites when you had a bad day or when you had a craving. 

 The third year regarded you as a friend at first, but he found himself thinking about you when it came to baking, pouring his heart into this piece, gentle hands carving a delicacy that he and you can enjoy in private. 

Trey may not be good with his words, but he can think of something sweeter, something you’d like from his expertise. Sure, writing down his feelings would work, but he’d stick with his skills: baking. 

He’d spend hours doing trial and error with recipes, pouring in particular ingredients to see what would be the perfect taste for your pastry, careful not to ruin the surprise when he’d present this cake to you. His feelings towards you, initially a nuisance, came forth as a blessing as he spent more time working on this pastry and spending time with you. 

Love, as corny as it can be, seemingly made his works a tad bit sweeter. He can fathom the taste, a delicious warmth that enveloped him like a hug. Did he manage to achieve the perfect cake? He thinks to himself, satisfaction tugging at the corner of his lips. Trey couldn’t wait to have you taste it.

[uhhlifeig]

Giving - Dec. 12th - word count: 729 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin sat down near the hearth of Potter Manor, holding a plate of pastries and a mug of hot chocolate.

Sirius Black was sitting right next to him in the little circle that his friends had made. Remus smiled at his boyfriend and passed him a Muggle store-bought croissant, grinning when Sirius wrinkled his nose.

“Moony, are you trying to poison me? What is this- this abomination?” Sirius asked, dropping the pastry on the floor. “How dare you hand that to me?”

“Well, Sirius, you were the one who suggested we get some Muggle foods to try over Christmas hols. It’s not my fault,” Remus shrugged.

“How dare you, Moony,” Sirius said, putting a hand on his heart and pretending to faint like a Victorian-Era lady. “That is pure lies and slander, and you know it.”

“Shut up, Sirius. We want to start the gift opening,” grumbled Lily from where she was nestled into James’s side. “Save the dramatics for later.”

“Fine,” Sirius pouted, righting himself. “Who’s up first?”

“Sirius,” Peter sighed, “If you had been listening then you would have realized that it was you first. But noooo, you had to go and faint over a croissant.”

“Hey! It was an utter travesty to all French food, stop defending that atrocity,” Sirius protested, getting up and walking over to the tree to get his gift. 

Lily had insisted on doing something different this year, so she had chosen some sort of Muggle tradition called “Secret Santa” or something like that. It involved slips of paper and also a lot of secrecy, but Sirius was great at secrecy.

Oh, and his gift was for Remus. It may or may not have been a stack of books, but that didn’t matter.

Sirius grabbed the bright red present with his name on it from under the tree and made his way back over to the group.

“Unwrap it!” cheered James, which caused Lily to smack him in the arm. 

Sirius did as told, and was surprised to see a bright red and gold scarf. He picked it up, trying to figure out who had given it to him. 

It must have been Lily, he figured, as she was able to knit and she also liked to make her friends gifts.

“Lily, was this from you?” Sirius asked.

“No, it wasn’t, actually.” She smirked and glanced at Peter, who sighed at her devious smirk. 

“It’s from me, Sirius,” Peter said. “I also charmed it to be durable and also to be warm no matter what, so that Padfoot has something to play tug with that’s harder to break.”

“Thanks, Pete,” Sirius said, pretending to blow him a kiss. “Such a thoughtful lad, you are.”

“Well yeah. It’s the season of giving, after all. Now,” Peter clapped his hands together. “Remus, you’re up.”

Remus made his way over to the tree as well, picking out a deep blue box and going back to the little circle that his friends had made. 

Upon unwrapping it, his eyes widened when he saw first editions of all of his favorite books. Who the fuck would have this much money- Oh. Wait. Sirius and James would.

Remus made a guess at who the gift-giver was. He did have a fifty-fifty chance, after all. 

“Sirius, fess up. Why’d you do this for me?” 

Sirius’s eyes widened, obviously not expecting his boyfriend to guess him first try. “I mean, you said you liked those books?” he said weakly.

“No, no. Well, yes, I do, but these are first editions, Sirius. I expect you know how rare and valuable these are, no? Why?” Remus asked, already doing mental calculations for how much he owed.

“Because I love you? You mean so much to me, and also that was, like, barely a dent in Alphard’s money. I’d totally do it again. When Wally and Onion die then I’ll buy you all the books you want., actually. Make them roll in their graves a bit, you know?”

Remus sat there, shocked, before regaining his senses and pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.

A good few seconds into the kiss, Remus heard James gag. “Get a room, you two. Please. You’re dirtying the pastries’ innocent dough.” 

They broke apart, shooting him a dirty look in unison before bursting into laughter. 

“The pastries? Seriously?” Lily said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, love. Siriusly.”

[marylandaccountx4]

:D

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[charlott2n]

hi charlotte! long time listener, first time caller! i remember you posted a screenshot of the “i could grind you into a weird paste” post. i was wondering if u still have it and if you have the whole post as well. i’m searching for it but i can’t find it and i’m lazy and high and just wanted to see the grind u into a weird paste post. i miss it. it was really funny i thought it would be more popular and then i searched it and there was nothing to be found. i could grind you into a weird pastr. or something. maybe it’s just because i don’t remember which one letter was mistyped. when you look up just the phrase some weird stuff comes up, too, so i’d be cautious. but you know which post i’m talking about i saw u reactimage with it. anyways do you still have it i’d really like to see it. also your posts are cool. i like your posts. you seem very silly in the best of ways. i like u. i love it when i press the post button because i know that my posts are going out into the wilds of tumblr to frolic and i know that they will frolic with you and your posts. they meet out there and they share food from the same berry bushes and safely cross the motorway together :) it is beautiful, truly <3 anyways yeah the paste post do u have it

here it isssssssss smile :)

[bromfieldhall]

Dear Family

Set the day after A Family of Their Own

Colin tells his family that Penelope is expecting.

Just a bit of domestic fluff with a dash of humour

Rating: General

Part of Love and Life Collection

DEAR FAMILY

Colin held the stick of red sealing wax in the flickering candle flame and watched as it slowly melted. Once satisfied it was ready, he deftly held it over the folds of his recently finished letter and allowed several drips to fall onto the paper. Putting the stick to one side, he picked up his silver seal and pressed it firmly into the rapidly cooling wax for several seconds until he was certain that it was set.

Flipping it over, he wrote his sisters name and new address upon the front before adding it to the small pile of other missives he had written that morning.

Satisfied with a job well done, he gave a slight nod of his head and returned his quill to its holder.

Glancing at the clock he noted that it was almost nine thirty and he had yet to breakfast. He had been waiting for Penelope to awaken but it seemed that all the emotional upheaval from the previous evenings’ Ball had taken its toll. His wife was bound to be exhausted.

Standing up, he walked around his desk over to the door of their bed chamber then entered quietly and padded towards the bed. Coming to a halt by her side, he gazed down at her and a soft smile touched his lips. Lovingly, he reached out and gently brushed back an errant curl that was resting upon her cheek.

She was on her back, head turned towards him, an arm flung out to the side and those perfect, perfect lips of hers were slightly parted.

A gentle snore reached his ears and his smile widened. It only happened if she lay on her back, which really wasn’t often as she was invariably wrapped in his arms. He found it endearing. Penelope, however, did not and so, like any good husband, he’d made the very wise decision never to mention it again.  

She shifted slightly in her sleep and his hopes that she might be awakening were dashed when rolled onto her side away from him.

His pang of disappointment was only matched by the pang of hunger that swirled in his gut. As if to reinforce its need even further, his stomach gave a low grumble and Colin sighed.

He needed to eat.

He also needed to get those letters to the post as soon as possible. They had a fair way to travel and he wanted their good news to reach their destination as soon as possible.

With one last lingering look at his wife, he left their bed chamber and picked up his letters then headed out of their suite.

He’d just reached the bottom of the stairs when Penelope’s maid, Rae, appeared and gave a quick curtsey.

“You have visitors, Sir,” she informed him with a smile, gesturing towards the sitting room.

“Visitors?” he replied in surprise, glancing over at the closed door. Wondering who it could be so early in the morning, he took a couple of steps before remembering the letters and turned back to Rae holding them out. “Please see that these are sent out by morning post.” He turned away again as she took them with a nod and headed to greet their unexpected guests.

“Mother!” he exclaimed when he opened the door and saw her standing in front of the fireplace. “What are you doing here at this hour? Is everything well with you?”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” grumbled Benedict from where he lounged on the sofa perusing a newspaper.

“Brother,” Colin acknowledged with a cursory nod as Violet smiled at her son then walked over and gave him a hug.

“All is fine, Colin,” she told him reassuringly. “We have just come to see how Penelope is this morning. Does she feel better?”

“She is not yet awake,” he told her regretfully and gestured for his parent to sit. “Would you like some tea?”

“I’ve already asked for some,” Benedict put in helpfully, still reading.

Colin shot him a mildly irritated look then, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door and a maid entered with a tray. When she put it down, he was grateful to note that there was a plate full of pastries alongside the china teapot and cups.

“It is good that Penelope is resting still. Hopefully whatever malady she is suffering from will pass quickly,” his mother stated kindly as she watched him pour tea for them all.

Colin paused and stared at her with a slight frown. He was sure that Penelope had told him that his mother had guessed her condition. He was about to say as much when he suddenly also remembered that she’d also suggested that they may consider delaying their announcement.

But surely she didn’t mean to the family?

“I rather think Penelope’s malady will last a few months yet considering she is with child,” he finally remarked with a smile.

“Oh! Colin, that is wonderful news!” Violet exclaimed, a study in perfect surprise. Colin was quite impressed. She rose from her seat and crossed the room to embrace him again.

He managed to put the teapot down before he spilled anything and when his mother released him, Benedict was there to offer his own felicitations.

“My heartiest congratulations to you both,” he said, pulling Colin into a hug that almost took his breath away. Then he stood back and added with a knowing smirk, “It seems it all did happen very swiftly indeed, brother.”

Colin felt his cheeks warm.

“That is not…we didn’t…”

He stopped and glanced at his mother’s mildly reproving face then to Benedict’s amused one and let out a heavy sigh of resignation.

“What I mean to say is that the news should remain within the family for now. We’ll put a formal announcement out in a few weeks in Pen’s column.”

“That is probably wise,” Violet commented meaningfully.

“Mama…” he began, even more heat flooding into his cheeks.

He felt the need to come up with some kind of explanation that could possibly excuse such ungentlemanly behaviour from him in regards to Penelope before they were married.

Violet held up her hand and shook her head. “Please, Colin, you do not need to say anything more. I am not so naïve as you’d like to believe,” she assured him hastily as she picked up one of the teas he had poured out. Raising the steaming brew to her lips, she added with a wry mutter, “And you are your father’s son, after all.”

The brief, shocked silence that followed her comment was broken by Benedict all but choking on his own sip of tea and a clatter of china.

“Mother!” Colin groaned in embarrassment.

He didn’t want to know.

Violet merely resumed her seat and continued to drink her tea with a serene smile.

“Yes, well, I too think it a good idea that you delay any announcement to the rest of the Ton,” Benedict suddenly declared in an overly bright voice, breaking the slightly awkward silence that had once again descended over them.

Colin shot him a grateful look and nodded in agreement, eager to steer the conversation away from the mere hint that their parents had done anything untoward before they were wed.

“I would not want people to speculate upon our marriage.”

“You should not concern yourself with that. You know the truth, that is all that matters,” Benedict commented dismissively.

“Yes, but ever since Whistledown was revealed, there are some that have been unpleasant even with the Queen’s endorsement,” he replied on a sigh.

“You can hardly blame them, brother.”

“I do not, but that does not mean that I wish for Penelope to hear such things,” he retorted, bristling at the thought of his wife being the target of malicious untruths.

Whistledown sheets might have been harsh at times, but there were never lies.

“That is understandable,” Benedict agreed and reached out to give his younger brother’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “And you can be assured that I, for one, will defend my dear sister’s good name should I overhear even the faintest suggestion that your marriage is anything other than a true, love match.”

For once, Colin didn’t see the usual whimsical smile or hear the lightness in his voice that he was so used to with Benedict and he knew he’d meant what he said.

“Thank you, brother.”

Benedict nodded then poured himself another tea and picked up one of the pastries before adding with a grin, “Except for Anthony. You’re on your own with him.”

Colin let out a huff of laughter at that and picked up the plate to offer a pastry to his mother who was watching them in amusement. She shook her head and he plucked a sweet treat for himself.

“I have already written to him. I thought it better that he receives the news whilst in another country.”

“For you or for him?” Benedict queried, still smiling.

“Probably both,” Colin admitted with another chuckle.

The men took their seats and they all spent another half an hour chatting before Violet and Benedict took their leave.

He saw them out with a promise of giving Penelope their best regards, then called a maid to arrange for tea and toast to be brought to his and his wife’s suite. Eagerly, he headed upstairs to see if she was awake and found her sitting on the edge of their bed, in her robe, looking a little pale.

She visibly brightened when she saw him and smiled happily.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted and bent over to give her a brief kiss. Sitting down by her side, he took hold of her hand and laced their fingers together. “How are you feeling?”

Exhausted. And a tiny bit queasy. And she couldn’t be happier because it was a reminder of the tiny life that was growing inside of her.

“I am well.”

His gaze ran over her wan features and noted the tiredness that still lingered in her eyes in concern.

“Are you sure? I’ve asked the maid to bring up a tray for you so there’s no need to hurry, our day is quite clear. We can stay here as long as you like.”

In truth, some time alone with her husband did sound wonderful. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it softly enjoying the slight hitch in his breathing at the simple act. It was a heady thing to know that she affected him as much as he did her.

“Have I told you lately just what a very good man you are?”

“Yes, but I am always happy to hear you say it one more time,” he revealed with a grin.

She laughed and he captured her lips with his again. A slow, tender kiss that promised more but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

It was the tray he’d requested and Penelope joined him in the salon where he, very attentively, poured her a cup of tea and buttered some toast. She ate her food, relieved when she felt her stomach settle and listened as Colin told her of Violet and Benedict’s visit.

She agreed that announcing their news in her column would be the best idea, although she supposed there would be talk. For the first time, though, she found herself quite uncaring about what other people thought. Her life was different now. She was no longer that shy wallflower who stuttered when someone deigned to speak to her, living on the outskirts of life.

Now, she was a part of something more.

She had a man who loved her; all of her. Her own family were closer than they’d ever been and her extended family were the most loving, forgiving souls she’d ever met.

And, amazingly, she was expecting a child. One borne out of love. A love that had the strongest of foundations – friendship. 

Considering how the season had started, she could hardly believe at times how it had ended; with her having everything she’d ever wanted.  

“Are you finished?” Colin enquired as Penelope placed her cup down. When she nodded, he got up to call for the maid to come and remove the tray.

“Leave it,” she said, grabbing hold of his hand as he walked by. He turned to look at her, brow raised questioningly. She stood up and began walking towards their bed chamber, tugging him along behind. Looking over her shoulder at him, she smiled mischievously. “You did say our day was clear, did you not?”

“Utterly,” he confirmed, matching her smile.

“Good, because I have a need to lie down again.”

“Oh? Are you tired, love?” Colin asked, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her flush against him as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.

“Not at all,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her face up to gaze at him lovingly.

Her husband laughed and muttered a fervent, “Thank God!” before kissing her thoroughly and taking her to bed for the rest of the day.

A few days later, two letters arrived at the Kilmartin estate in Scotland. One addressed to Francesca and one to Eloise.

Francesca opened hers and shared the delightful news of a future niece or nephew with her husband John and his cousin Michaela. Both were suitably pleased and Fran hoped against hope that she, too, would soon be able to share similar news of her own.

Elosie was in her room when she received her letter from one of the maids. True to her word, she kept to herself as much as was polite so that her sister wouldn’t regret the decision to allow her to join them.

She opened it eagerly, keen, as always, to hear from home and smiled when she read her brother and best friends’ happy news. Grabbing some paper she quickly penned a reply congratulating them and added her hopes of it being a girl.

Once finished she placed it to one side and fiddled with the quill debating whether she should write another. They hadn’t been in Scotland a week before a friend of John’s had visited and mentioned in passing that a neighbour of his had recently lost his wife – one Lady Crane.

Although Eloise hadn’t known Marina very well herself, she had been Penelope’s cousin and now, by extension, family. Therefore, after she’d sent a missive to her friend informing her of the sad news, she’d also sent a short note to Marina’s widower offering her condolences.

While she had half expected a polite reply to her message, when it came, she certainly hadn’t expected a pressed flower to fall out into her lap. Marina’s favourite, he’d written. It was a touching gesture that had her wanting to acknowledge it.

So far, she had restrained herself. She knew it wasn’t the proper thing to do, she didn’t know the man. But now, seeing how everyone was moving on around her, she felt an urge to have something for herself.

The flower lay nestled in the folds of the letter as she carefully opened it up and reached out to run a finger gently along one of the delicate petals. Red Campion, he had called it but, despite its name, the flower itself was a vibrant pink.

She let out a soft sigh and folded the letter again, keeping its precious contents safe, then, decision made, she took a piece of paper and dipped her quill into the ink.

It was only a letter after all. There was nothing to say he would reply a second time and very likely it would come to naught.

With that in mind, she began to write:

Dear Sir Philip-

Thank you so very much for the charming pressed flower…

A few weeks after that, a letter arrived for the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton in India.

Anthony’s first reaction was one of joy. Another niece or nephew was always a welcome thing and he knew his brother would be a good father.

Truly, he was most pleased for them both.

Then Kate had pointed out, with a knowing smile, that it was likely they’d be having an early baby.

As he’d continued to read and his wife’s words had sunk in, his own smile had slowly faded from Anthony’s face.

He hadn’t.

They hadn’t.

Oh, but they had.

And as he read Colin’s parting words, Anthony was very glad he wasn’t still in England because although a part of him wanted to laugh at his younger sibling’s flaming audacity, a larger part would dearly have loved to wring the blighter’s bloody neck…

“In truth, I wanted to thank you, brother. For if it wasn’t for you encouraging me to tell Penelope of my feelings that day, we would not now be celebrating such a happy outcome.

Yours gratefully,

Colin”

[chinomiko]

Hello Chino!

First of all I wanted to thank you for the great work you've done to made Eldarya and Dolce flirt (is the name of the Italian version☺️).

I wanted to ask about something that was never really explained...if you can of course!

Why does Ezrael dislike to be touched? Is it because he is germophobic or because of some past trauma😩😩?

hi ! thank you 🥰

I must say there is not always a super deep explanation for everything. And here is the case. Ez just doesnt like being "surprised" by someone entering his private space and touching him. He prefers being the one to initiate a contact, being in control of a situation overall. But nothing about being germophobic or a pastr trauma or anything so peculiar. Have a nice day !

[soopsiedaisies]

Hey!! Hey!!! Do you want to bake an easy snack?? Do you want something sweet and fruity, but not too sweet?? Boy have I got the thing for you

APPLEFLAPS

This is a treat that, as far as I know, is rather common in Belgium, The Netherlands, and some parts Germany. It’s one of the first baked goods that Dutch kids learn to make, shortly followed by peppernuts and apple pie and poundcake. It’s easy, only requires a couple of ingredients, and has quite a short baking time. You literally cannot go wrong with this I promise. Recipe under the cut

INGREDIENTS NEEDED:

Square puff pastry sheets, but round ones work as well. About 12cm by 12cm preferably (like 4 and half inches by 4 and a half inches). Each sheet will be one (1) pastry. If you get one massive sheet, cut it into smaller squares with like a pair of scissors. Idc I’m not your dad. 

Apples, for the filling. Ones you use for apple pie work best but any apples will do. Make sure you’ve got at least 4 large ones (you can eat the leftover filling by the spoonful) 

Lemon (or lime) juice, to prevent browning of the apples (and to prevent overwhelming sweetness, if the apples aren’t a bit sour themselves)

Sugar (to taste and for decoration) 

Ground cinnamon

An egg for the eggwash (if vegan or allergic to eggs or without eggs, water works as well)

Some lukewarm water

Optional: Vanilla sugar

Optional: (rum-)soaked raisins 

UTENSILS NEEDED

Baking sheet

Baking paper

Bowl (large enough for at least 4 cut-up apples)

Knife

Cutting board (covering my bases here) 

Spoon

Fork 

Lil brush for the eggwash

Your fingers

A fucking oven. 

To start

Preheat the oven to 175 Celcius, or about 350 Fahrenheit. If you got the kind of puff pastry that’s frozen, take that out to thaw a little bit. Line your baking sheet with baking paper. 

The filling:

Peel the apples. Cut them in half, then in quarters. Core them. Cut the quarters in half lengthwise, then gather a few together and cut these width wise: you want to end up with little triangles. The thickness of these triangles depends wholly on how chunky you want the filling to be. I usually go for about 5 millimetres, which means there’s still some chunk after baking. 

Throw the pieces in a bowl. Add a dash of lemon juice, maybe a bit more if the apples are really sweet and you don’t really like that. Throw in the (totally optional) raisins, add some sugar, and pound the bottom of the ground cinnamon jar. Mix with a spoon and give it a little taste. Not sweet enough? Add more sugar. Not cinnamon-y enough? Add more cinnamon. Is it too sweet, or too cinnamon-y? Don’t worry, if you’ve got another apple cut that one up and throw it in. Give it a taste. Still too sweet? Lemon juice. It’ll help. Not more apples? Just roll with it. It’ll taste great either way. 

You can heat the filling a little bit if you want, but it’s not necessary and will only result in extra dishes. 

Folding and stuff

Filling’s done, and puff pastry’s thawed? Great. Let’s get to filling and folding. 

The common shape of the appleflap is a triangle because we tend to use square puff pastry sheets. It doesn’t really matter what the shape ends up being, as long as it’s folded in half and forms a little pocket (you don’t want the filling to spill out a whole lot). 

What you do is grab one of the pastry sheets, put it down flat, and put a spoonful (a little less, a little more. It’s a bit of fiddling) in the middle of it. Avoid the edges. Then you use that jar of lukewarm water: using the brush or your fingers, wet one half of the edge of the pastry sheet. Then pinch the dry half and pull it a bit, folding it over. The filling shouldn’t burst out of the pocket or tear the dough: if it does only a little bit, it’s fine, but if it’s far too much simply peel the pocket back open and take some of the filling out. 

You’ll notice that when you press the wet edge to the dry edge, it’ll stick shut. Decorate/further secure the edge by crimping it with a fork. There. You’ve done it. That’s a fucking pastry. Carefully place it on the baking sheet, and just continue on until you’re out of pastry dough. 

(There will usually be some filling left. This is for you to eat, or for the kiddos you’re making it with) 

Finishing touches 

Stand before the overfull baking sheet and determine whether or not the pastries will touch as they bake. If they do, take some out. Two rounds of baking is also doable. It’s kind of like cookies. 

Brush the top of the pastries with the eggwash or water, then sprinkle some sugar on top. At this point you throw them into the preheated oven for about 25 minutes and just wait. Keep bit of an eye on them though, you don’t want them to burn. 

…and that’s it. That’s all there’s to it. They’re fantastic to eat when still warm, and they’re still fantastic when cold. The sugar melts and comes a bit caramel-y so the pastry is a bit tacky, yet the puff pastry itself is still fluffy and dry. The apple pie filling is just fruity goodness. Easy, fun. You can replace the apple filling with different fruits if you want (cherry and apricot is also brilliant). Enjoy!