#schichttorte

[brostradamus]

WRITING SOMETHING ON AO3 FOR YOU RN, HERE'S THE PROMPT:

Efren van Renoir, sitting in his wheelchair, was rolling over to the house of his patient — Aquafina "Iced Milk" Purely, who was known by "Aqua" by nearly everyone. Aquafina fell ill due to some complications giving birth to her stillborn daughter, whcih was caused by placental abruption, making the placenta seperate from the womb. Efren felt bad for the girl, stating, "Poor girl, nobody should ever have to go through that. Not even I would wish that on my worst enemies," he told the sick woman. Efren looked at Aqua's eye, seeing a longing for a child. Efren asked, "What happened here?" as he looked at Aqua's aching stomach, covered by a white silky blanket.

"Nothing," Aqua sternly told Efren, despite the apparent frailty. "Nothing at all, Elder Efren," she said as she tried to sound strong for him, but was apparently failing and losing the battle with her "i am a very strong person" facade. Aquafina was always the type that made her look like a very powerful figure, even during times like these as she was born into a family were most of the women were muscular. Efren looked at Aqua with a sympathetic look, saying, "It's okay, dear. You don't need to act brave and strong with me," in order to comfort her. Due to this, Aqua started to relax a bit. Efren could remember a situation when he himself was born.

The sky was bright, the moon was shining. His parents, Elena "Schichttorte" van Renoir and Winstar "Baumkuchenspitzen" van Renoir, were getting ready for his arrival. They were ready to see their healthy little boy — or so did they thought.

When he left Elena's tummy, there was…something strange about him. He was small, VERY small. And very weak, for that matter. His parents had no idea what went wrong during the pregnancy, heck even the DOCTORS didn't know. But, as much as they were mad, they couldn't hate Efren for something BEYOND his control. That would be stupid. Even so, they were going through a near-death of a child, and they couldn't get upset at their own creation for almost dying.

But, they were still concerned about their dear son. What could have cause this to happen? How did Efren come out like this? Forget about that. As long as Efren is here, that's all that matters, right? Of course it did!

Efren, now snapped out of his birth, asked Aqua a question: "Was there any causes of the stillbirth, my dear?" Aqua didn't want to answer, but she didn't want to disrespect the Elder, so she responded with, "My placenta…seperated…ugh…" as she was suffering to deal with this sickness, even if it wasn't a deadly one. Aquafina never really told people her weaknesses, not even her own family. But, this felt like an exception…Why? She actually told Elder Efren what happened to her dear child. A child that was never going to experience life. For an instant, Aquafina felt like she was taken back to that terrible incident.

-Mariah [🤓🌈]

THIS IS SO GOOD! I saw the full fic on ao3 b4 i saw this though 😭 . Go check out the full fic on ao3!!! I luv it so much

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62039248

[gcull]

Winterliche „Schichttorte“

Treppenaufgang zur Terrasse

[cookiesydotcom]

Lina https://cookiesy.com/lina

[thefoodlabdiet]

Pot Roast for Mother’s Day

Skipped a few recipes ahead for the fanciest meal in the Soups chapter and landed on the Pot Roast page. Making this, my sourdough, and mini schichttortes (courtesy of GBBO Season 6, Patisserie week) took 1.5 days but was definitely worth it. I’m lying on my couch not looking forward to Monday, but at least I have some leftover pot roast to think about to get me through the week

[skybound2]

Bake More!

So... THIS is happening:

What is THIS you ask? Well this is my first attempt at making a German Schichttorte cake, as seen on GBBO. I don't recall which season as I watched the entire catalog this summer and they all sort of blended together, but I've been wanting to make THIS cake ever since, now here I am!

I may not recall which season this one was on, but I DO recall the bakers agreeing that they never wanted to make it again. So... This should go well for me I think!! Stay tuned for updates!!

[duskholland]

I just baked for five hours straight lmao I am DEAD

[imrandymeeks]

I want him to puff my pastrie. I dunno what that entails but I know I want it.

Whip your meringue. Bend you like a French tuile. Fill your eclair with his custard. Grill you over and over like a Schichttorte, which sounds dirty and German and extremely sus but you're down.

[absylphe]

Chetna Got Voted Off And Frifaj Is Just Wiping Her Eyes Because Chetna Was One Of Her Favorites And I Was All Quietly Like Hey Are You Okay And Her Voice Wibble-Wobbles A Little And She’s Just Like “She Deserves To Go Because The Layers On Her Chocolate Orange Entremet Were Not Distinct Enough And She Failed To Meet The Basic Requirements For Her Schichttorte Although I Think Nancy Would Have Been A Better Choice Since She Has Been Producing Soggy Underbaked Rubbish For Six Rounds”

[tortenfeechen]

Vegan matcha layers cake.🍵💕🍵

Vegane Matcha- Schichttorte. 🍵💕🍵

@creative_foodlove (insta)

[swankydesserts]

Schichttorte, with almond paste - because I love a complicated bake! 😄

[gobermik]

[cupycuisine-blog]

À l'occasion de la chandeleur qui approche.. réalisez ce gâteau appelé La Schichttorte ! (Gâteau de crêpes) Rendez-vous sur mon blog pour découvrir la recette !! 🤗🤗 ➡️➡️ Lien en bio #cupy #gateau #crepe #chandeleur #schichttorte #gateaudecrepes #cake #recette #recipe #photo #photofood #food #foodie #cuisine #cook #cooking #chocolat #dessert #blog #foodblog

[cookiesydotcom]

Lina https://cookiesy.com/lina

[weilongfu]

It’s (Birthday) Tradition

Pairing: TinCan Based off my head canon about how Tin and Can celebrate their birthdays. Could sort of fit into Love is a disaster series, but I’m not sure I want it there yet.

Also I wrote this because in approx. 3.5 hrs, it will be my birthday so I wanted Tin and Can to celebrate their birthdays with me.

Summary: Everyone has their favorite ways of spending or celebrating their birthday. Tin and Can have special ways they celebrate for themselves and each other. 

@andwebegin @fkyb @lazygeisha

Tin’s Birthday

When Tin woke up that morning, checking the calendar was the least of his worries. He made breakfast, started the coffee, read the morning newspaper (again, eyes skipping over the date), and when Can woke up, he was as affectionate as ever (perhaps more so).

When Can started rambling about his shopping and to-do list for today, Tin absentmindedly wished him a good day at work (“But Ai Tin, I’m not going to work today! You know that!” “Hmm, that’s nice Cantaloupe.”), and left for his job.

As Tin walked in to the office, an odd hush fell over the space. Everyone seemed to be whispering and gesturing as unobtrusively as possible which made it more obvious that something funny was happening. Tin ignored it in favor of getting his reports done, approving several contracts, and drinking lots of coffee.

Can continued a litany of texts through the morning which Tin had no time to check until lunch where Tin’s coworkers insisted he join them.

The large order of food was not a surprise. The cake that had, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY,” written all over it was. Tin fought the urge to slap himself for forgetting his own birthday which meant… Can’s texts were about tonight.

Tin politely accepted everyone’s congratulations, ate a tiny piece of the cake, a simple white sheet cake from the grocery store with too sweet frosting and far too dense sponge, and made small talk for the rest of the lunch break.

With a few minutes to spare, Tin checked his messages. At the end of them, most of them being, “I love you. Happy birthday! Everyone says happy birthday,” Can had sent one that said, “I’m making your birthday cake tonight so don’t be late!”

It had become a tradition (since they graduated and got proper jobs) that Can would produce a birthday cake for Tin in lieu of a present.

And Tin, the gracious boyfriend, never turned down any of them.

The first few had been certified disasters, not quite right, not quite all properly baked, but Tin ate them happily and Can was always thrilled. This year was bound to not be an exception, so Tin replied that he would be home on time and that he would happily enjoy the cake.

When Tin arrived home, five minutes early even, Can pulled him into a kiss that tasted like jam, pastry cream, and almonds.

“Come and see!” Can was practically vibrating with excitement. “I’m so proud, this turned out even better than last year!”

“I don’t know what possessed you to try and make a schichttorte,” Tin said shaking his head.

“Hey, my shit torte came out fine!”

Tin slapped Can’s mouth. “Schichttorte. Not ‘shit torte’.”

“That’s what I said! ‘Shit torte’!”

Tin sighed as Can pulled him into the dining room to reveal a cake shaped in an uneven dome covered in something a little too radioactive green, piped swirls of chocolate, and a clumsily made sugar paste rose. The image brought back memories of Tin’s time in the UK, several different kinds of patisseries and bakeries he frequented passed through his mind from his youth and he blinked.

“Did you actually make a Princess Torte?” Tin asked in disbelief. “I’m impressed.”

Can looked like he was glowing. “It’s your birthday! I have to keep upping my game!”

“Thank you, Cantaloupe.” Tin whispered in Can’s ear. “I’ll eat it well tonight.”

Can made a face. “I hate when you say my full nickname that way.”

“You like it, Cantaloupe,” Tin said as he licked the shell of Can’s ear. “Although, there’s another cake I want a piece of.”

“Huh?”

Tin squeezed Can’s ass. “This one.”

“AI TIN!”

-----

Can’s Birthday

Can woke up to indulgently slow kisses pressed down his back with warm words and hands.

“Happy birthday weekend,” Tin murmured into Can’s ear. “I packed your bags, get up and get ready.”

“Mmm five more minutes… “

“We’re going to miss our flight if I indulge you that much. Come on.”

Can grumbled and allowed himself to be pulled up and hauled into the shower were Tin kissed him properly at least. They dressed comfortably for the heat of the Thai summer despite how early it was and Tin provided a light breakfast before they headed to the airport.

If Can’s birthday tradition for Tin was a birthday cake, Tin’s tradition for Can was a birthday weekend. Can often refused Tin buying him so many things after he got his job at the gym, but Tin never grew out of wanting to spoil Can. Thus the birthday compromise was born.

Can agreed to ONE birthday trip to anywhere Tin planned, ONE birthday dinner in a restaurant of Tin’s choosing, and ONE extravagant gift. Anything else was not permitted unless it had to be. Last year, Tin took Can to Oia, Santorini in Greece. The view of the blue and white rooftops and the ocean had taken Can’s breath away. The food, so many new tastes and smells and textures, Can was satisfied. Can had even enjoyed the wine. Tin had ended the night with Can’s birthday present, a spa day with views of the Aegean Sea. Despite having been there only for two days, Can and Tin had come back with a tan.

This year, Tin had been tight lipped about where they were going until they had checked in and passed security at the airport. As they arrived at their gate, Can finally got a look at their boarding passes.

“Korea?! We’re going to Seoul?!” Can screeched. “Wait… Isn’t there a… Oi Ai Tin… This is too much!”

“You mean did I coordinate going to Seoul with potential tickets to see your favorite kpop band?” Tin asked as he checked his emails on his phone. “That’s hardly been the most extravagant thing I’ve done for you.”

Can did his best to crush Tin in a hug before he realized something. “You’re right. This is just coincidence. You have something else devious planned, don’t you.”

Tin only smiled and shrugged. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. You’ll just have to be a good Cantaloupe and see, won’t you?”

The flight took five to six hours. Can mostly played video games while Tin read a book. By the time they landed, a car service was waiting to drive them to their hotel, a fancy five star affair in the Gangnam district of Seoul. Their hotel room was extravagant and there was even a gift basket of fan merch for Can’s favorite band. Can amused himself with the lightstick as Tin unpacked.

After lunch, Can found himself whisked away into a special VIP line for the concert, taking selfies with the band members and getting placed in prime seats. Tin looked on indulgently and was dragged into several of the photos by Can.

After the concert, Tin could feel Can’s energy finally beginning to wane. Can had shouted himself hoarse, sang along, jumped and clapped, and yelled at the fans not keeping the wave going properly. Tin dragged him back to the hotel for a quick dinner of fried chicken before sleep.

The next day, in lieu of an extravagant dinner, Tin took Can on a culinary tour of Seoul. They stopped in many little restaurants and cafes and stalls all day, trying all sorts of small dishes and snacks. Can enjoyed it immensely. Thankfully they had been walking everywhere or Can would have felt full faster than he liked.

They end the evening at N’Grill at the top of Namsan Tower, watching the cityscape glitter beneath them as they enjoy wine and  bread while waiting for the meal. Can has tasted French food before, but tonight everything tastes a little more intense and special.

While they waited for dessert, Tin slid over a small velvet box. “Happy birthday, Cantaloupe,” Tin said softly. “I want to share many more birthdays with you, travel the world with you, and support you in all the ways you’ll let me.”

Tin opens the box and puts it down gently. The platinum in the band shines brightly. “Will you marry me, Can?”

Can nearly jumps over the table to kiss Tin, mumbling, “Yes, yes, yes, you’re an idiot, yes.”

They end up forgetting about dessert, finding each other’s lips sweeter.

[skybound2]

And the verdict is...

That I SUCK at drizzling vanilla glaze on cakes:

I mean... I SUCK at it. It's a travesty. BUT, the good news is that when it was all done, it cut very pretty?!

And... The taste test shows the, it's not bad? Like, I now understand WHY it's supposed to be 20 layers! Because if it's only 10 layers, it becomes more dense than it should be? And also, it's a little over baked. Which... I'm not entirely sure how to avoid given that to have to bake each layer individually on top of the previous layer?

Maybe the mere act of having the right number of layers addresses that? I'm not sure. And I'm PROBABLY not going to find out again for a little while. (I DO think I'll make this again for sure! But just not in the immediate future!)

Final grade: B-? Or maybe a C+?

It would probably help if I had ever IN MY LIFE tasted one of these cakes before so that I would know what it SHOULD taste like, but, I do not. *shrugs*

[albert-prous]

E2510

il était une fois le galet pâtissier boulangerie pâtisserie gâteau magique plusieurs couches de gourmandise mille feuille façade sud 3 couches au citron galet le schichttorte mur nord à 20 couches plus arbre signaler un problème dans la verticalité couverture percée descelle joints ravins unit crème débordante gâteau zèbre trente idées ouest framboises pistaches charlotte citron meringuée recette facile cake tranché cuisson douze au soleil levant tient debout sur quatre angles sûr vent fort est frais l'été à servir chaud l'hiver pluriel goûter cuisine sent copycat magnolia

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