#seasonal baking

[punkbakerchristine]

holidays are really for baking.

halloween, you have things like devil’s food cake, red velvet cake, spice cakes, and pastries in the shape of ghosts, pumpkins, bats, cats, and tombstones. depending on where you are in the world, there are traditional goods like barmbrack in ireland and day of the dead loaf all over latin america.

thanksgiving, you have spice cakes, pumpkin pie, apple pie, bread, and the dinner.

christmas—oh, boy, christmas. gingerbread men and sugar cookies. lots of bread, like it’s surprising how much bread there is: in places like sweden, there’s a bread called kanellängd which is braided and cinnamon-y. in germany, you have stöllen. in italy, there’s panettone. in britain, christmas pudding and everything is infused with ginger, wine, or both—for boxing day, you have leftover meat pies. then you have hanukkah treats like latkes, chocolates, and sufganiyot. you have bananas and plantains with kwanzaa.

new year’s… got one word and that’s “champagne.”

valentine’s day, kind of gives you an excuse to make everything red and pink.

st. paddy’s day, gives you an excuse to spike everything with bailey’s. also, soda breads.

easter, everything is light, springy, and often nutty? like there’s lots of almonds and coconut involved. also, v cute color schemes.

memorial day, everything starts getting summery with fruit pies and tres leches cake.

4th of July… raspberry pie, cherry pie, and blueberry pie. lot of no bake stuff because the kitchen is hotter than holy fuck. also, star-shaped cookies if you’re daring.

depending on the year, something for the olympics, like my mount olympus pie.

then there’s kind of a lull with the dog days of summer—unless you’re willing to try your hand at fair food, i.e., funnel cake and pastrami sandwiches—until it all loops back around into the autumnal equinox and you start smelling cinnamon and anise again, and you get the itch to make some bread or a cake.

[steve-rogers-new-york]

Recipe Advent Calendar - Day 10

Happy Holidays!

To celebrate the season, I am doing 12-days of seasonal recipes from the 14th to the 25th December. These are recipes published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle newspaper during the period that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes lived in Brooklyn in the early 20th century.

Moravian Christmas Cookies

1/2 cup butter or other shortening, melted 1 cup molasses, heated 1/2 cup brown sugar 3/4 teaspoon ginger 3/4 teaspoon cloves 3/4 teaspoon cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg 1/4 teaspoon allspice Dash of salt 3/4 teaspoon soda 3 3/4 cups sifted special cake flour Combine butter and molasses, add sugar, spices, salt and soda. Add flour. Let stand in cold place a week. Place a small amount of dough on a slightly floured board and roll paper-thin. Cut with fancy cookie cutters. Place on greased baking sheet and bake in moderate oven 365 degrees Fahrenheit six minutes. These cookies keep indefinitely in closed tins. Makes 200 cookies.

The recipe appeared in the Friday 19 December 1930 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

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[bakedbeanchan]

I love the first season of atla

[esthers-wine]

There is magic in the night, when pumpkins glow by moonlight.

[reunitedinterlude]

dan: can you say anything and then say “gays,” as if that's a type of gay

[dreamingofnextseason]

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[captainbucky-yt]

LUKE THOMPSON AND YERIN HA | Take the Lead, Shondaland [x]

[punkbakerchristine]

apple cider beignets 🍎🍩

(we don’t have a donut tray and we were out of tin foil 🤷🏻‍♀️)

[daily-deliciousness]

Sheet pan baked salmon and potatoes

[archivegeo]

drawing autumn snacks

[steve-rogers-new-york]

Recipe Advent Calendar - Day 11

Happy Holidays!

To celebrate the season, I am doing 12-days of seasonal recipes from the 14th to the 25th December. These are recipes published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle newspaper during the period that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes lived in Brooklyn in the early 20th century.

Springerle

1 pound pulverized sugar 4 eggs 1 pound flour 1/2 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda Grated rind of 1 lemon Anise seed Beat the eggs and sugar together until feathery, which takes about on hour. Add bicarbonate of soda, then grated lemon rind and flour. Mix thoroughly and roll out until one-eighth inch in thickness. Flour springerle board or roller and press on dough. Remove carefully from forms and place on napkins powdered with flour. Put in cool place and let then dry overnight. In the morning, place in buttered tins, sprinkle with anise seed, and bake in a slow oven until very light tan.

The recipe appeared in the Friday 19 December 1930 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

not a dream

Just finished Netflix's Is It Cake, Too? (season two of Is It Cake?) and one of the contestants freaking hand painted the Mona Lisa in under 10 hours and did I mention that it was also a cake?

Miko Kaw Hok Uy, everybody!

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[cream-and-tea]

what she says: yea i’m fine

what she’s thinking: the story brought both carpenter and faulkner to their inevitable end points that have been foreshadowed from the v first episode of the show ambiguity of carpenters death aside she stood on the banks of the river singing like her nana glass and was gunned down by the military and faulkner was drowned dragged delivered by the god and story he had let devour him but. but. before those things happened right before the narrative reached its end both of them stood up and said no! i want to go forward! i want to find something past this whatever it might be i don’t want it to take me yet im going to keep on walking! and it was too late! the thing is it was too fucking late!!!!!!! the aquifer was already flooding the soldiers were closing in she was to hurt to run he can’t swim. the chance had come and gone at the beginning of the episode for any hope of them reaching each other ever again but even though it was too little too late never ever going to be enough they both looked the site of their doom in the eyes and said i do not accept this. not here. not now. i am staring at you– the thing that will eat me — and resolving to pry open the jaws and choose to use the last moments of my life (whether i know it or not) to run and stumble and crawl and cry and sing in the hopes of reaching the people who matter to me more than being made your meal. and of course they got fucking eaten anyways. of course they did bc they were walking towards it from the beginning. but there is a way out, there is a way forward, there is a land beyond the storm that is possible to reach if you choose to step out of the story that has been built for you to find it. we walk on, with a rough and tarnished hope, and a tangled, ruined love. it can end with love, and it can end with kindness. even as the jaws are closing. ours is a world of miracles.

[autumncozy]

By gali_foodphoto

[hairmetal666]

Steve who goes on a Bake Off type show after Robin, Dustin, and Max set him up as a contestant. He doesn't want to, doesn't think baking or cooking should be stressful, but he's been wallowing since his knee surgery took him out of work and basketball, since his divorce.

His first day on set, he's totally gobsmacked by the sexy host with all the tattoos and long, curly hair. Just, cannot take his eyes off the guy, blushing and stammering whenever he comes around to do interviews, obviously can't stop starring.

After the first day, where he manages to stay comfortably in the middle of the pack, he calls Robin to complain about what a mess he becomes around this gorgeous dude.

Her response is to cackle and say, "Steve! How do you not know who Eddie Munson is? Oh my god, you're a disaster."

Turns out, Eddie Munson is the lead singer of Dustin's favorite band, Corroded Coffin, and also pretty well-known for his dnd YouTube channel. He's been a host on the show for years, only Steve doesn't really pay attention when the others watch it and didn't know.

Eddie, for his part, is losing his mind. He'd known about the beautiful contestant for this season, former college basketball superstar turned coach, having a hell of a shitty year after dislocating his kneecap in a charity game. Eddie--foolishly, it turns out--thought he wouldn't be as attractive in person. He also expected Steve to be terrible and egotistical, a jock through and through.

So, when Steve Harrington walks into the tent in a short-sleeved polo and obviously ironed jeans and is still drop-dead gorgeous, he's fucking flabbergasted. And then Steve has the audacity to be nice? Kind and thoughtful and running to help other bakers when he still has work to do himself? He also blushes so pretty, high across his nose and cheeks, and god does hewant to be the reason Steve blushes like that.

Eddie is beside himself.

Leading up to the second week, Steve schools himself into being calm around Eddie. He can't afford to lose his cool like that every time the host is around. Except, this week Eddie flirts with him shamelessly. Winks at him, leans into space, calls him "m'lord" with this deeply resonant voice that makes Steve want to drop to his knees. Steve doesn't mean to, not really, but he flirts right back, feeding Eddie tidbits of his bakes and looking for any excuse to touch him.

Steve does well for the first half of episodes. He never wins the technical or star baker, but he's regularly within the top contestants. On episode five, though, something is off. He's distracted, forgetful, doesn't leave enough time for his custard to set in the signature. Eddie asks if he's okay, but Steve shrugs and smiles, says "off my game today."

But then, in the technical, he curdles his buttercream more than once, and his genoise sponge burns. Eddie watches as Steve folds his arms above his head and disappears from view. He doesn't hesitate, he sprints from his interview, falling to his knees in front of the contestant.

"Stevie, sweetheart, what's going on?"

"I get migraines," Steve whispers. Trails of wet streak down his cheeks. "I've felt one coming all morning, been trying to stave it off but--"

"Okay, okay," Eddie shakes out his hands. "You can sit out this challenge, yeah? Or take this weekend off. It happens. You'll come back next week--"

"I don't want to stop." More tears fall from his eyes.

"What do you need?"

Steve shakes his head, wry little smile pulling at his lips. "Time to breathe."

Eddie glances up, eyes catching on the camera crew hovering in front of them. He throws both middle fingers up and says, in the most reasonable and even tone, "fuck!" Everyone in the tent looks at him, but he doesn't stop. "Shit!" "Bitch!" Motherfucker!" He goes on and on, saying the filthiest series of things he can think of. The camera crew steps away, another contestant brings Steve a glass of water, and Eddie sits with him.

The other host announces that there are thirty minutes remaining in the challenge.

"Well. That's that, then," Steve says. He stands, patting the naked skin of Eddie's knee where it shows through the rip in his jeans as he goes.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Out of time, no cake, no buttercream."

Eddie hops to his feet. "You're going to let that stop you?"

"Well." Steve laughs. "Can't serve this." He gestures to his discarded bowls of frosting, his burnt cake.

"You have time to make another buttercream."

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Sure, but not the cake."

"Cut the burnt off. Cover it in the buttercream. Easy peasy."

"Okay..." Steve stares at his station. "Okay, that could work. It won't be pretty, but--"

Eddie, knowing he's no longer needed, steps away, and Steve gets to work.

Steve tells Robin all about it and, as soon as he gets home from the taping and she's immediately like, "Eddie Munson, huh?"

He shoots her a look. "It's nothing."

"Yeah, him leaping over a table to check on you is surely nothing."

"Robin," he warns.

"What?"

"Eddie would never want a guy like me."

She laughs but quickly grows sober. "Steve. Of course he would. He likes you."

"It's nothing, really." He walks towards the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?"

Eddie experiences the same harassment from his band members and their manager.

"You're gonna ask Harrington out, right?" Gareth asks.

"That would be a little bit of a professional conflict of interest," he deadpans. He doesn't look up from his guitar.

A puffed Cheeto smacks him square in the forehead. "Hey!" He shrieks.

"He means once the season is done, Edward," Chrissy says.

He wipes the cheese dust from his forehead. "Not a good enough reason to call me Edward. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's straight."

Jeff guffaws. "C'mon, dude. No way. He's so into you he might as well have a neon sign."

"He divorced a woman."

"That doesn't mean anything, and you know it," Chrissy says.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I may be considering asking him out. Maybe."

Everyone cheers. More Cheetos hit him in the face.

---

To Steve's great surprise, he makes it to the finals. Not just makes it, he gets a star baker, gets first in the semi-final technical. He's baking in the final and might have a fucking chance.

It's with great surprise, once it's all said and done, that he hears his name announced as the winner. He doesn't have much time to process it, because Eddie is striding towards him. He's not carrying the cake stand trophy or flowers, it's just Eddie.

Eddie who stops in front of him, eyes shining. Eddie who leans in and whispers, "I knew you could do it, baby, I'm so proud of you." Eddie who twines his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss.

The internet explodes as the season airs. Everyone is obsessed with Steve and Eddie. They have fics on ao3, a dedicated tumblr community, edits, playlists, gif sets, a ship name all dedicated to them. The fandom grows after episode 5 airs. Not all the footage makes it, thanks to Eddie, but they still witness him tenderly taking care of Steve and directing the cameras away. Fans start scouring their social medias, looking for any hint of their relationship status; even beg them in comments and DMs to reveal if it was just a showmance.

Eddie and Steve, however, are happy in the quiet little world the carved out for themselves after filming. They aren't ready to reveal anything, even hints, whether or not the show would let them.

Then, the final airs and the kiss is revealed to the world. The ending title cards show a picture of Steve with the rest of the season's bakers and the caption, "Steve threw a party for the other bakers..."

The picture then changes to one of he and Eddie, arms wrapped around each other. This caption says: "...at the home he shares with his boyfriend Eddie."

That night, in bed, Steve says, "I'm really glad Robin and the kids made me go on the show. But do you think it's bad that the thing I'm happiest about, way more than winning, is that I met you?"

Eddie places a slow circle of kisses in the dip of Steve's lower back. "Sweetheart, I'd be disappointed if you said anything else. Now, hush, I have a baking champion to congratulate."