#winter cooking

[imagineannemorgan]

The cold has arrived. I look forward to soup and slow cooker season every year. It's my favourite time of year. I made lemon chicken and barely soup and homemade quince paste. We didn't have enough sugar, so I made one batch with honey. It's much better than the store bought version.

I post these regularly to my instagram thegoththatbites, I'm hoping to make lemon curd, pear tarts and puff pastry from scratch soon.

[miseries-mistress]

ᴅᴀʏ 4: ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ | ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ʰᵒˡⁱᵈᵃʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ²⁰²²

⋆꙳·❅*‧ BAKING COOKIES ‧*❆ ₊⋆

warnings: afab reader, spicy, very spicy, no smut but…it was close, wolffe being in a bad mood, but when is he not???, i promise i didn't intend for this to be so spicy, but wolffe's hot, so it's okay. w/c: 1033

notes: this is pretty ass, sorry about that

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"Wolffe, can you hand me the flour?" you inquire, looking up from the holopad while Wolffe leans nonchalantly against the countertop, his arms crossed over his imposing figure. He rolls his eyes, pushing off the counter to grab the bag as he stops beside you. 

"I could think of more than enough things we could be doing with my free time instead of baking cookies," Wolffe says bitterly, his hand coming to rest on the counter while you look up at him exasperated. 

"I told you already, we are going to do something besides fucking each other for the rest of the night, and I need to bake cookies, so quit whining and help me." You huff, turning back toward the rest of your ingredients. You can practically feel the tension rolling off him in waves of displeasure. Before you know it, his hands wrap around your waist, your back harshly colliding with the wall of muscle that is Wolffe. 

"Can't you keep it in your pants for an hour so I can make some goddamn cookies?" you insist while your frustration begins its dangerous climb. 

"Not when I'm around you, mesh'la," Wolffe huffs, his hands mapping their way across your waist before wandering to the valleys of your torso. His hands are warm and calloused as they glide effortlessly under your shirt and over the plush of your skin. They trace the outline of different dips as if his hands have memorized this path thousands of times. 

"Fuck," his words are a gravelly whisper, the undertone of want poking through. You're not about to lie and say the husky plea in his voice doesn't reduce you to a puddle of unsteady limbs, but that's far from the point. His hands dip lower, halting above your dripping sex, waiting. A needy whine falls from your lips before you can stop it as you grab the counter to regain some sense of stability. 

"You like that, don't you? Tell me what you need, pretty girl, my needy girl." 

"Fucking hell Wolffe, the cookies–"

"-can wait," he finishes with a growl, pressing himself against you. It's sinful how easily you crumble under your desire, how skillfully he can make you compliant and needy, and with your mind clouded over in the familiar haze of lust, you can't find it within yourself to care. 

You catch a glimpse of the flour as though it was mocking you for your joke of resolve to make cookies tonight. The cookies needed to be done by morning for Life Day, you promised your friend. Stupid cookies, you wordlessly grumble as You sigh and back away from his touch. 

Wolffe's hands fall to his side, his eye gleaming with unbridled lust meshed with his sexual frustration he couldn't seem to tame. 

"Cookies first," you declare, throwing your desire to the side while fixing your shirt, returning to the holopad. Wolffe would have admired your resolve and determination if he wasn't so restless. Of course, it was mainly because it was so fun to break, but now he's standing in the kitchen like an idiot with a hard-on pressed against the pants you had loaned him, he felt anything but admiration. 

The process of making cookies was reasonably straightforward, for the ingredients were simple with even easier steps, but with Wolffe's intense staring, every moment felt like a lifetime. 

But as time passed and you asked him to do something, he did so without complaining or rolling his eyes. He just remained uncharacteristically quiet and complacent. It was clear that he wanted something from you, but what? You didn't know the answer to that yet. 

With Wolffe's help, making the dough went faster than you anticipated. Then, with the cookies spread over a pan ready to be put in the oven, you began to clean up. That was until you were putting away the flour. You didn't know how it happened; you were just trying to close the bag when flour flew everywhere and hit a special someone: Wolffe. 

You both froze, neither moving as flour paints Wolffe's bare chest and face. It takes a moment for him to even register what has transpired as he stares wide-eyed at you before they turn black, darkened by something- annoyance, irritation- really anything besides gentle. His lips curl into a snarl wiping the white powder from his features with painstaking slowness. As if with each swipe of the powder, his irritability festers over your mistake. 

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, fast and furious, and the fear of what comes next is a cold, deadly brush, but you can't move. No matter how much you craved to put space between you and Wolffe, your feet betray you, defiantly rooted in their spot. 

"I'm sorry–" you didn't even begin to finish when Wolffe's hand reaches into the bag and hurls a handful of flour at you. The flour hits you roughly in the chest, spraying everywhere. You gape at Wolffe's smug face with a dumbfounded expression and parted lips in stunned surprise. His scowl travels with unnerving thoroughness over your form. All the while, his eyes still harbor the same darkness as before, except you can detect something wolfish carried in his stare that most definitely wasn't there earlier. It is enough to make a shiver run down the length of your spine, goosebumps prickling against your skin.

Finally, he takes a step forward, and your breath quickens. He notices it. He always catches the subtle changes in the air, in you, and how to use it to his advantage in his game of pride; to make you beg so sweetly for gratification is a thrill he could never slake. You can only imagine his every inflated ego growing over your subordination.

He stops in front of you. His presence is ever intimidating. Broad shoulders, dark eye brimming with carnal desire, and the intense silver of his cybernetic one are enough to make everyone question their next move when they are stared down by the burly commander, and you're no exception. 

"Filthy girl," Wolffe lewdly spits, his gaze turning predatory. "Making a mess of yourself." 

The cookies didn't even make it into the oven.

[ehgood-enough]

Made some potatoes and leek soup from mastering the art of French cooking. I even got all fancy and blended it. I also picked up a garlic sourdough at the store. It had nice whole coves of roast garlic throughout

[elminx]

I have some big kitchen witch plans for the weeks ahead.

I want to do some more work with citrus while the citrus is good. I'm thinking about redoing the eastern white pine lemon bars that I made less year (attempting to make them more piney this time around), I'm definitely gonna make some lemon curd, and I am going to try my hands at making orange chicken this Sunday in honor of the year of the Water Rabbit. Additionally, I am thinking about out-of-season jelly making. I've always wanted to try out making hibiscus jelly and I have two pounds of the stuff - I may decide to make it into Fassionola Jelly (my own take on old-fashioned Fassionola cocktail syrup) because that would be incredibly yummy. And then I can experiment with ways to use that for my inevitable Fat Tuesday meal next month.

Plus, I promised my partner that I'd make tea jelly out of lapsang souchong because smokey jelly sounds like the best charcuterie accouterment ever.

I also have some more traditional cooking recipes that I'm itching to try now that my partner is going back to school and I will be responsible for the majority of the meals for the foreseeable future.

[subtlemind]

Tasty New Year🎇

[existennialmemes]

Extremely important addition, thank you

It's Autumn, which means if I make a Big Pot of Soup it will Fix Everything. No one fact check me on this. We need to let the soup speak for itself.

[ionomycin]

lapis lazuli

[maybe-im-dark]

When it's winter Logan's body hair grows longer and thicker to keep him warm due to his animal mutation. Wade absolutely loves how hairy his Wolvie is becoming. Logan also puts on more weight during this time, growing a pudgy belly and love handles. Wade can't stop cuddling him and will tell him everyday how big and beautiful he is

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

you are too big for me to protect

[dinosaurchurch]

It’s been cold lately with high winds so I made some hearty soup. Winter seems to be coming in quicker than I thought it would. Maybe I’ll get to bust out my snowshoes sooner that I thought I would…

[saltandlavenderblog]

Crockpot red wine braised short ribs

[ehgood-enough]

Another recipe from the Skyrim cookbook vegetable soup. I didn’t have squash so I used sweet potatoes and the greens I had on hand was spinach.

The winter cold has been getting me down having a nice hearty soup is helpful.

I love barley soup but it just doesn’t keep well which is a bummer because soup recipes always make so much. The barley soaks up all the both and you get a really thick stew when you heat up the leftovers

This is another recipe I’d made again.

[northameicanblog]

Chicago Winter, Illinois, United States: The climate of Chicago is classified as hot-summer humid continental with hot humid summers and cold, occasionally snowy winters. Winter in Chicago is generally cold and snowy. The city typically sees less snow in winter than other major cities near the Great Lakes, such as Cleveland or Buffalo, but more snow than on the East Coast in cities like Washington DC or New York City. Wikipedia

[vegan-nom-noms]

Creamy Vegan Tomato Soup With Roasted Red Peppers

[blacktabbygames]

The Steam Winter Sale is upon us, and both Slay the Princess and Scarlet Hollow are on sale! We also have a bundle with both games that stacks a 15% discount on whatever sale is already going on. So you can pick both up at once for just under $30, or finish the bundle to still get that extra discount if you already own one.

While we're here I'd love to also take a moment to plug some other bundles we're in. We don't do a lot of bundles with other studios, and all of the titles we bundle with are personally vetted by us, your friendly neighborhood devs, as Good Video Games. All of these bundles are piecemeal, so if you already own one or more games in them, you can still get the extra discount on those other titles.

First up is the Cartoonists Turned Game Devs bundle, which has both Scarlet Hollow as well as Meredith Gran's deeply, deeply underrated Perfect Tides. Perfect Tides is one of my favorite narrative games of all time, so please do yourself a favor and pick it up if you haven't already!

Next up is the World-Ending Women bundle, which has both Slay the Princess and the fantastic El Paso, Elsewhere, a Max Payne-inspired supernatural shooter where you have to stop your vampire ex-girlfriend from ending the world. It's written by Xalavier Nelson Jr, who you might know from such wonderfully charming titles as Hypnospace Outlaw and An Airport for Aliens Currently Run By Dogs.

Last but not least is Horrors of the Heart, which has Scarlet Hollow and two other dating sims: the fully-voice acted and very funny Lovecraftian dating sim Sucker for Love, and normal cute dating sim Cooking Companions where nothing bad ever happens.

HAPPY shopping, and hope y'all play some fun games for the holidays :D