#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.

[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]

[gina025]

Snow days

[tea-with-mrs-mourning-dove]

[mellxncollie]

Dylan Bachelet The Great British Bake Off — Season 15, Episode 08

[captainbucky-yt]

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

[punkbakerchristine]

chocolate for the maternal unit and me, blueberry and cream cheese for the paternal unit 🫐✡️

[gomzdrawfr]

🍪Christmas baking shenanigans🎀

Requested by my supporter: Price making cookies with Ghost. Ghost memorized his grandma's recipes. Price could burn water, so he's on cookie cutter duty

[archivegeo]

drawing autumn snacks

[chillfaerie]

POV: You're doing the Duets quests and he shows you this

[daily-deliciousness]

Sheet pan baked salmon and potatoes

[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.