#pudding bakewell

[travelling-my-little-pony]

Munchy has found chocolate cake.

In the Old Original Bakewell Pudding Shop, in Bakewell, in Derbyshire, England.

[biffybobs]

Sunday had a wonderful time at Reggie's: pestering the cat, wrecking the living room, and hearing all about the daft things her ancestors got up to in generations past.

As the longest lived Bakewell, Great Great Grandpa is in charge of writing the Official Family History. I wish that was a real thing but the closest we have is a keepsake box that ruins your photographs so we're just going to pretend 🙃

[sparkedupsilver]

for the first time in a long time I managed to learn a new recipe that didn't turn out like garbage upon first try and I'm riding on this high for a while and mentally put it on the list of things I'd make for you when we meet or whatever how's your day going???? love you.

OH NICE what did you make??? I also have a list of foods to bring/make for you (most of them are cakes and puddings I won't lie) <3

I'm not bad thank you bby I'm gearing up for my next round of uni assignments :))))))))) but then hopefully I can breathe for a week or two before starting all over again lmao. How's life on your end? Love you too <333333333

[liverpoollomo]

Derbyshire Emporium, Bakewell. Smena 8M. Kentmere Pan 100.

During my stay I took lunch at the Derbyshire Emporium. I had a nice "Derbyshire Oatcake" filled with some chicken and bacon with a Bakewell Pudding for desert.

An impressive array of local goods where on sale and the big windows meant I there was enough light to snap a few frames.

[biomechanicaltomato]

So over on my Youtube channel I've been playing The Excavation of Hob's Barrow. A character there has a whole conversation about her baked goods, which includes something called Bakewell Pudding. I mentioned it sounded good and I'd like to try it.

Y'all my friend who watches made me a Bakewell Pudding 🥺🥺

[themaynard]

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[cookwithcheffrancis]

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[killa-trav]

The Bakewell pudding is better then the tart.

i like both but my mum made me a really nice bakewell tart for my bday so i prefer tart lol

[idiotwithanipad]

HC

Each year on each ghost's birthday they become corporeal, still dead, still ghosts, just corporeal. If they were to walk into the wall, they wouldn't glide through it like they usually do, they'd just bump into it. Livings still can't see them, except for Alison, and Alison is the only living they can touch without feeling sick since she has the sight.

It's also their only chance to leave the grounds. They still can't change outfits; their clothes would just go straight back on them like in canon. So if they go on a day trip with Alison, they'll get a lot of weird looks. It's also the only opportunity they get to eat something or drink.

(Edit: They can change outfits but livings would see them. By 'them' I mean that the living would just see an outfit standing and walking on its own, like an invisible mannequin. So changing outfits has to be kept in the house only)

All the ghosts thought this was some kind of miracle work at first but as the years went on it turned into their birthday parties. All except Robin; the others thought he'd be bouncing off the walls, but no. He stood rock solid in place for most of the day, unable to move. It's been so long, so so long since he's even felt what the ground feels like under his boots, or the breeze, or all the scents of nature that he'd forgotten.

But it's not all bad, when he finally started walking around, he met up with his mouse family and finally got to stroke one of the newborns with his pinkie. He was a fluffy mess after that.

For the first few birthdays, Robin didn't want to leave the house at all ( it was over stimulating for bby🥺) , not even to go outside, but as the years went on he started to enjoy it again. And Alison always liked to surprise them with some of their favourite foods. Robin's was a little difficult at first, so she had to substitute mammoth steak with beef. Rump steak just how he'd like it. She made it authentic by converting one of the outdoor dog kennels into a mini smokehouse to cook it.

Humphrey's head actually stays on during his birthday, just as long as someone places it on his shoulders before midnight. (When Amy dies, she tries to get everybody to try some Monster even if it's only a sip, just to see their reaction). If the door is open, Alison always catches Robin heading to the lake to drink, so she teaches him how to use the taps and the kettle (He doesn't bother with those and instead becomes obsessed with Fruit Shoot blackcurrant cause why not? 😂)

Alison obviously bakes birthday cakes for them:

Robin: Basic vanilla sponge decorated to look like the moon

Kitty: Any kind of lava cake or Sticky Toffee Pudding

Fanny: Lemon Drizzle or Victoria Sponge

Cap: Says he'll take a Victoria Sponge but falls in L O V E with the Battenbergs

Pat: Prefers little cupcakes so that there's plenty to choose from rather than one big cake. So, he opts for Sprinkle cakes or Flapjacks

Thomas: Black Forest Gateau or Chocolate Eclairs

Julian: Says he'd like a Rum cake Or Spotted Dick just to crack jokes about it but secretly loves Bakewell Tarts

Humphrey: Red Velvet cake or any kind of dark chocolate cheesecake

Mary: She likes muffins, anything colourful. Jam Tarts are high up on her list but Rainbow cake wins her over

[mister-a-z-fell]

Hello Mr Fell ! , I don’t know if you’ve already been asked this but what is your favorite human treat? Wether it be candy or just a cake what’s your favorite? also if it’s something like cake do you pair it with tea? ( btw I think Crowleys Bentley looked quite good in yellow perhaps you should get a vehicle in that same color Mr Fell? Last thing but I hope you have fantastic day Mr Fell :D - Sincerely Mikey )

Having to choose just one favourite is impossible! I do have a fondness for anything with almonds, though. So:

Battenberg, for the marzipan and the way the slight sharpness of apricots in the jam offsets the sweetness.

Pastissus biscuits — The late Mister Demurtas used to make them for the traders’ meetings, bless him

Mandorlato di Cologn Veneta (my favourite torrone)

Bakewell pudding, served hot with custard (best bought at the source and not to be confused with Bakewell tart)

Badambura with just a dusting of spiced sugar

Muccunetti, still hot from the oven

Beijinhos de amêndo — little almond kisses

Makroud el louse — almonds and orange — delicious!

I could go on, but we’d be here all day. Any of these with a cup of tea and something soothing on the gramophone make for an excellent way to pass an afternoon.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

@thehoneybeet tagged me to post a WIP snip, which I love tysm!!! i've been kicking around this 8th year fic for like. many months. it's coming out a very little at a time, and i'm just trying to chill and enjoy the process. anyway this snip is very near to where i left off.

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To Draco's utter surprise, when they reached the room, Potter dropped his rucksack on the floor, extracted a tent from its depths, erected, and Disillusioned the tent. 

"So no one will see us, if they look in," he explained. 

"Are we not meant to be here?" 

"Well. Probably not, but that's not really it," said Potter, but he vanished into the tent without explaining further. 

Draco didn't think much of the furnishings once he was inside. The little space was dominated by an oversized faded pink chintz sofa with a dust ruffle. Spilling off the sofa was an enormous, moss green knitted blanket, which Potter rolled up into a ball and tossed into a wooden chair in the corner. There were three mugs on the coffee table, which looked comically miniature in comparison with the huge sofa. Potter took them all up and brought them to a sink, which formed about half of the smallest kitchen Draco had ever seen. The other half comprising of a tiny stove and cupboard in which, presumably the remaining store of dishes or perhaps comestibles was kept. 

"Sit down," Potter called over his shoulder, seeing Draco was still standing. After considering the only chair, which was taken up with the blanket, and a pouffe with very dubious structural integrity, Draco perched himself on the sofa. Satisfied, Potter began to wash the mugs--only two, Draco noted, and leaving the third to sit in the sink--then filled the kettle and put it to boil on the stove. "You said you didn't have pudding," Potter remarked absently and began rummaging in the cupboard.

"I want to have a word with your decorator, Potter," Draco said, his eyes on what he considered to be a very objectionable lurid pink china vase, standing on top of an equally objectionable doily, sitting on top of a ridiculous spindly little table too small to hold anything else. "I suspect he drinks, whoever he is."

Potter laughed, returning to the sofa Hovering a tray in front of him, "I borrowed the tent from Bill Weasley a bit back. I expect his wife has been using it to stash the things his mother gives them so she doesn't have to put them in her own house." 

"Seems like good sound sense to me," said Draco, reaching out to take a tart off the tray as it landed in front of him on the little coffee table. "What's this?" he added, through an undignified mouthful of tart. 

"Cherry bakewell," said Potter modestly. "Do you like it?"

"I'm going to eat both of them," Draco announced.

"I made them," said Potter with the hint of a gloat in his voice, like he'd played rather a clever joke on Draco and Draco had walked right into it. 

"Ergh," said Draco and took another bite. "Where'd you learn to do that?" 

"Ron's mum taught me," Potter told him. 

Draco had an uncomfortable recollection of a number of very unpleasant things he had said about Weasley's mother, "The woman's a genius. Even if you're poisoning me, I don't care. It's worth it." And he ate the last of his tart, chasing the sweet bits of cherry off his fingers with his tongue, though of course it was abominable manners. He did not think Potter would mind. "I don't know anyone who can cook."

Potter looked rather shocked and then sorry, but all he said was, "I'm not poisoning you." 

Draco wanted to say something witty in response, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was, "Why are you doing this?"

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[mimble-sparklepudding]

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Last Song: Heartbreak (Make Me A Dancer) by Sophie Ellis-Bextor at the gym. It was very motivational for my heavy leg training. Favourite Color: White or Turquoise. Currently Watching: Erm, I don't actually know how to turn my TV on at the moment (don't ask). If YouTube counts I am watching some Eddie Izzard (Covered in Bees!) Last Movie: I watched Pariah Nexus 40k thing with a couple of friends, if that counts? Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet. Give me swiss rolls and bakewell tarts and sticky toffee puddings. Relationship Status: Forever Alone :( Current Obsessions: I'm playing a lot of Space Marine 2 (very badly) and trying to keep up with FFXIVwrite2024. Last Thing In My Search History: Something about % of LGB people in the population, because I stupidly got sucked into responding to someone's ridiculous "OMG why is every single character on every single piece of media gay now when gay people are less than 1% of the population" comment on a YouTube video that I shouldn't have watched in the first place, as it made me all politically agitated (anyway the actual figure in the UK is more like 5-6% and I politely asked the person whether they demand strict demographic accuracy for all social groups, or just the ones they happen to find icky? Which I think was quite restrained of me).

[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain!

The next day, he asked his son what he thought.

“Living together? That’s what you’re calling it?” Scorpius replied around the mouthful of scone and clotted cream and raspberry jam that Draco would have been castigated by his mother for taking. Draco was not above using his French House-elf Clafouti’s light hand with pastry as the incentive for Scorpius to leave Hogwarts, though it cost extra in the elf’s pay packet to get them to produce the more stolid English puddings Scorpius favored. When Scorpius wanted treacle tart, Draco had to throw in a week’s holiday at the Malfoy villa near Biarritz and use of the sailboat. 

“What should I call it?” Draco said, resisting the impulse to take offense or, Merlin help him, blush.

“You’re asking me?” Scorpius said. He favored Draco in his coloring and bone structure but he had so much of his mother in his expressions, his tone of voice. Draco missed Astoria terribly for a moment and also didn’t, because he hadn’t lost her entirely, not when Scorpius was looking at him with such wry incredulity in his eyes, a green so dark they looked grey. “This seems massively inappropriate to me, Dad, but fine. I think you’re in love with Professor Granger but you don’t want to scare her off or you think she’ll never feel the same way, so you’re just taking what you can get and trying to come across like a really good friend and not a stalker.”

Draco was silent. He felt as if Scorpius had cast Organa remota maxima, his innermost self examined and dropped in front of him for his troubles. In love with Hermione. Really good friend. Not a stalker. It was insightful and devastating. Draco resisted the urge to lay his head down on the table or wandlessly shatter the gilt-encrusted vase he and Astoria had received as a betrothal gift from her Aunt Tanaquil and had never once used for flowers because it was so ugly. 

“Can everyone tell but Hermione?” Draco asked.

“Probably no one can tell but me. Professor Longbottom maybe, because he’s also got a thing for Professor Granger. All the House-elves, of course, but they wouldn’t say anything. Mum’s portrait,” Scorpius said, licking some jam from his fingers. “Great-Auntie Andromeda, I think she’s noticed, but that’s not bad because she’s friends with Professor Granger and she’s family, so she’ll tell you if you’ve got no chance at all.”

“Merde,” Draco muttered.

“You do remember I’m fluent in French, Dad?” Scorpius said, grinning. “I’ve picked up a fair amount of Bulgarian too, in case you’re thinking of trying that out.”

“One observes the decencies,” Draco said. “We both pretend you don’t speak French and I can curse in peace.”

“Why are you upset? She hasn’t kicked you out, has she?” Scorpius said.

“No,” Draco said.

“You haven’t made a muddle of something important? Said something rude about Albus’s father? They’re quite good friends, you know,” Scorpius said. Draco thought back to when they’d been first years, Hermione with that cloud of unruly curls and her lively little face, Harry in clothes that never quite fit, hair mussed, his glances at Hermione. The trust between them that was somehow something separate, greater, than what was between Harry and Ron. Good friends, indeed.

“No, I haven’t said anything rude about Potter,” Draco replied. “Nor any of her other friends—”

“Did you forget something like her birthday or that she hates almonds? She does hate almonds, Professor Longbottom mentioned it in passing one time. It’s why she never has pudding when they serve Bakewell tart,” Scorpius said. 

“Duly noted but no. She hasn’t indicated she’s upset. She asked me what you thought of us living together and it got a little involved,” Draco said. “That’s about all I’m going to share with you, so don’t try to pump me for more details.”

“I wouldn’t,” Scorpius said. “You can’t think I want to know anything about your…love life.”

The degree of disgust in his son’s voice was mitigated by his careful choice of love life in reference to his relationship to Hermione, whom Scorpius had been careful to call Professor Granger, the respect evident in his tone. 

“You don’t mind, then?” Draco said.

“Do you want me to? I don’t see what the big deal is. You’re not betraying Mum being happy with Professor Granger and it does seem like you’re happy now and you weren’t before, even though I didn’t really notice until you stopped being lonely,” Scorpius said. “Is this because of when you were all kids? Because I think you should be over that stuff by now. Merlin knows it’s been long enough—”

“I know, we’re all as old as the hills,” Draco said.

“You acted old until you started spending all your free time with Professor Granger. You fiddled with potions and read musty old books and talked about growing orchids instead of going out to the pub for pints or having your friends over for dinner,” Scorpius said. 

“And now?”

“Now you act like an eighth year with their first girlfriend most of the time, minus going to Honeydukes and cleaning out the inamorata chocs,” Scorpius said, smiling. “But no one minds because you’ve lightened up on your grading and giving detentions for snogging in the hallways.”

“Tell me this—are the students placing bets? Have you recused yourself from the pot if there is one?” Draco asked.

“Slytherin House agreed it would be indecorous, even if you’re only ever the acting Head,” Scorpius said. “Gryffindors are too focused on Quidditch. But I can’t say that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw don’t have an extremely elaborate system of wagers, all recorded in Punic. I can’t say that. But I have not placed any bets and have not traded any insider information about flowers, tea, all the books you brought over…”

“Does Professor Longbottom know? About the betting?”

“Yeah, he’s keeping an eye on it. Making sure no one’s going to get into real financial trouble if you elope or Professor Granger comes to class with a Malfoy heirloom ring,” Scorpius said.

“I would not use a Malfoy heirloom,” Draco said.

“I know, you’d pick something from the Black side and you’d have it reset,” Scorpius said. “You’d pick a ruby, but I think that’s a mistake.”

“You do, do you?”

“It’s too obvious. Gryffindor colors, when I don’t even think Professor Granger especially believes in the Houses,” Scorpius said.

“What should I pick in this hypothetical future you’re imagining for me?” Draco asked.

“A star sapphire or a pearl,” Scorpius said. He waited, a reversal where Scorpius expected Draco to figure out the reasoning behind the choice, much as Draco would make his students explain why hellebore was diced and not shredded before getting stirred into the potion widdershins.

“A gem with an inclusion. She doesn’t want perfection or rather, what’s most beautiful to her requires a flaw. Vulnerability,” Draco said.

“Yeah, though I would’ve just said the part about the grain or sand or whatever it is being part of the jewel,” Scorpius replied.

“You worked that out on your own?”

“Mum’s portrait helped,” Scorpius said. “She also said you ought to bring Professor Granger by the house because you’re, and I quote, ‘making it weird.’”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Draco said. He’d been ambivalent about the creation of the portrait but Astoria thought it would help Scorpius and he couldn’t say that it wouldn’t. For the most part, the portrait was kind and gentle, encouraging and eager to cheer them up if they seemed glum, but occasionally she had an edge and that was when she most reminded Draco of his wife as she’d been.

“She’s not going to be rude,” Scorpius said.

“Mum’s portrait? I wouldn’t expect that,” Draco replied.

“No, I mean Professor Granger. If she doesn’t want to come or she does and she hates the curtains or something, she won’t be rude about it. She’s always nice, even when Eureka Cobbins submits the most excruciatingly moronic essays,” Scorpius said.

“I don’t know. Those tassels in the drawing room might be unbearable,” Draco said.

“Then you can Vanish them together,” Scorpius suggested.

[rabbitcruiser]

St. George’s Day 

Legend has it that St. George slayed a dragon and saved a princess. Today, his bravery is celebrated worldwide, inspiring us to be courageous.

Named after St. George, the patron saint of England, St. George’s Day is a cultural and national holiday marked with events and celebrations, including parades, music, and traditional English food. It is an important part of English culture and heritage, and is a time for people to come together and celebrate their country and its history.

History of St. George’s Day

St. George was a soldier in the Roman army who is venerated as a saint and is the patron saint of England. According to legend, he was a brave and noble knight who fought against evil and injustice. The most famous legend about St. George is that he slayed a dragon that was terrorizing a town and threatening to kill a princess. In the story, St. George rode up on his horse, drew his sword, and killed the dragon, saving the princess and the town.

There are many different versions of the legend of St. George, and it is unclear how much of it is based on fact and how much is myth. However, St. George is still widely revered as a symbol of courage, and his story has inspired many people over the years.

In reality, St. George was likely a real person who lived in the 3rd or 4th century AD. He was born in Palestine and later became a Roman soldier. He is believed to have been martyred for his Christian faith, and was later canonized as a saint.

St. George’s Day has been celebrated in England for centuries, with the earliest recorded celebrations dating back to the 12th century, when he was named the patron saint of England. At the time, St. George was already a popular saint in the Christian world, and he was revered for his bravery and selflessness.

Over the centuries, St. George’s Day became an important holiday in England, and it was observed with various ceremonies and celebrations. In the Middle Ages, St. George’s Day was a major feast day, and people would attend church services, hold parades, and hold feasts in his honor.

How to Celebrate St. George’s Day

St. George’s Day is typically celebrated in England on April 23rd every year, and one of the most common ways it’s celebrated is through parades and processions. These may include marching bands, floats, and groups of people dressed in traditional English costumes. In some places, people may also hold festivals or fairs with food, music, and other entertainment.

If you would like to celebrate St. George’s Day, there are many ways to do so, here are a few ideas:

Fly the Flag

One way to celebrate St. George’s Day is by flying the English flag. This can be done by hanging a flag outside your home or office, or by wearing a flag pin or clothing item that features the flag. This is a simple and visible way to show your support for England and its patron saint.

Attend a Parade

Many towns and cities in England hold parades on St. George’s Day, featuring traditional costumes, music, and activities. This is a fun and festive way to celebrate the day and experience English culture.

Learn About St. George

If you’re interested in learning more about St. George, one way to celebrate is by reading about his life and legacy. You can learn about his history, the legends associated with him and the ways he is celebrated. This can be a more educational way to observe the day.

Cook English Food

Celebrating St. George’s Day could also be an opportunity to try some traditional English food, such as roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, fish and chips, or shepherd’s pie. You can also make your own version of these dishes, or try a recipe for a classic English dessert such as trifle or Bakewell tart.

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[youcant-bemygirl]

Went round to mum and dads for a roast today and it was so nice! I love a roast but can never be bothered with all the pots it creates, plus my mum is a fab cook! We had pork and she made apple sauce specially for me because its my fave! I also got my yarn order so i have started making my frog this evening, i am so excited to get it made!

Im off work for the rest of the week, not sure what im going to do with myself but juat happy for the break! Well i am going to continue making my frog and also have a go at making a bakewell pudding but other than that no other plans.

[toothlesshat]

If I have any British followers out there pls tell me wtf a bakewell tart and sticky toffee pudding is bc I gotta make both this week and I’ve never heard of either