bubble bread

2000 Paul Goerg Premier Cru Cuvée Lady Brut Millèsime

Happy Easter! Hope your Easter egg hunts went well. Mine did because I ended up with this bubbly. Lemon curd, sourdough bread, loads of chalk, and pear on the nose. Lemon, chalk, some sourdough on the palate with some zinging acidity. Quite tart and more interesting on the nose than on the palate. 

3/5 bones

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Chardonnay, Pinot Noir

12% abv

Champagne, FRANCE

Love Square Aesthetics

Ladynoir: Parisian skylines at dusk, the smell of leather, little scrapes and big grins, side-cramping laughter, mud on shoe shoes, copper on the back of your tongue, wind-tousled hair and sticky frozen treats, stolen liqueur and midnight dares, standing back-to-back against the world, cigarette smoke and dirty alleyways, moments stolen but kisses freely given, ‘everyone you meet comes into your life for a reason’, unquestioning trust

Ladrien: four dozen red roses with blushes to match, hiccupy syrup-sweet giggles and shy, glancing touches, the swoop in your stomach when you miss a step, love at first sight, summer storms, sunshine daydreams, afternoon naps, standing on an edge with your back to the wind, butterflies in your stomach, electric and new, jasmine and wet concrete, changing room trysts, thank-you kisses and Spiderman kisses and ‘I’m glad you’re safe’ kisses

Adrienette: pink cotton candy and chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream, shakes at retro diners topped with maraschino cherries, sidewalk chalk drawings of initials in hearts, toasted vanilla beans and fresh-cut grass, breathless, fumbling first times, seven minutes in heaven, whispered secrets hiding the kind of longing that hurts, locker room love notes and fencing trophies and tournament after-parties

Marichat: worn PlayStation controllers and the remains of pastries, hand-quilted blanket nests, rain on window panes and fresh-baked bread, bubblegum bubbles, friends with benefits, mugs with cat puns printed in the sides, morning breath morning-afters and pillow fights, houses of playing cards and arguments over Uno, three A.M. pep talks and next-day ‘I told you so’s, affectionate gestures both unthinking and unabashed

Kiss the Girl

Note: This is kinda long. Also if you haven’t checked out Part 4 of Moments Gone just click here

“You gotta do it, man,” Zay said taking another bite of his sandwich. “You know you wanna.”

They were all in Farkle’s house playing video games but decided to take a food break. Lucas had thought it was the perfect time to bring up his current predicament.

“I do,” Lucas said rubbing his sweaty palms on his knees and reclined back in his seat. “I’ve been wanting to kiss her again ever since she kissed me. But I get so nervous, I sprint off every time she leans in.”

“You’re an idiot,” Farkle chirped from across the room, coming in with a tray of lemonade. “Take my genius advice, Freak Face, and just do it.”

“For someone who sometimes dresses like they sponsor Nike, you sure don’t take their advice.”

“Thanks, Zay,” Lucas grumbled sarcastically. “Hey, I don’t even wear Nike half as much anymore!”

“No you went back to those blue shirts,” Zay said. “You need to just set the mood, maybe that’ll help you to stop sweating like a pig. Ease all that tension inside you, y'know.”

“He’s right,” Farkle said squeezing in next to Lucas. “Maybe a romantic setting between you and Riley will help ease your nerves. I have a perfect idea!”

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MONKEY BREAD

Sticky bread, bubble loaf, pinch-me cake or monkey brains - these are how it is called. Wikipedia says that how the term “monkey bread” is derived is “uncertain.” So don’t ask anymore. =)

Divide the dough into small 1.5 inch balls. Place them in a greased pan, just enough for the dough to fit when they rise and grow for 10mins before baking.

Sprinkle with raisins (and nuts if you wish!) Mix equal amount of butter and brown or white sugar and dashes of cinnamon. Spread this mix over the dough pieces.

Bake in the oven until sugar and butter melt and top is brownish.

Serve hot! It is recommended that you eat  by tearing a piece away with your fingers…so it’s best eaten by hand =)

Pizza bubble bread!!
Recipe:
Pills bury biscuit 1
Shredded cheese (mozzerella) to your preference.
Tomato sauce (to your preference)
Preheat oven to 350 F
Cut biscuit into fourths
Place evenly on pan
Place sauce on top, be sure it’s a nice even coating.
Place cheese over top, to your liking
Place in oven for 23 minutes, be sure to look over it once in a while.
Take out and enjoy!

Time for a Dumb Things I Write When I’m Tired Update! AKA Sorbet Sleepover!

And I know y’all are excited, I am too! But I have some slightly bad news. I have a new semester starting and my further updates are probably going to be a little more delayed. Like, give me until next weekend, kay? Updates take about 3 days to write and I’ve got a full class load to contend with. Believe me, I am REALLY SORRY about this, I wouldn’t test your patience if I didn’t have to. But, y’know… school. It’s a thing.

Anyway, enough stalling, on with the show! (Part I; Part II)


“That smells delicious,” Will said, following his nose back to the kitchen.

Hannibal looked up from his pan of sizzling toast and beamed at Will, noticing how his own undershirt and pants fit him very much correctly, “Come, sit, the cheese is just starting to melt.”

Will obeyed, but continued to curiously crane his neck over at the pan.

“Did you know you had gruyère in your refrigerator, Will?” Hannibal asked pleasantly, gently nudging the bread in the bubbling butter.

“Gruyère, really? I must have made French onion soup at some point…” Will shrugged, “I do sometimes pretend I can cook and frequently try, so it’s entirely possible I did.” He smiled vacantly.

Hannibal resisted clucking his tongue at him, “With the evidence that you knew to buy gruyère to make French onion soup and not the first white cheese you saw, I think you can do more than pretend to cook,” he smiled at Will over his shoulder.

Will found a shy smile crawling over his lips, but he couldn’t hold Hannibal’s gaze. The look gave him a tightness in his chest, a strange swelling. It was unsettling being praised for his hypothetical cooking by a man who could tell you the exact species of a chicken from nugget alone. Not that he could picture Hannibal actually putting a chicken nugget in his mouth; grilled cheese was a bit of a stretch, actually.

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anonymous asked:

Hei! I want to make some Finnish food; can you recommend any dishes? I've already tried lohikeitto (delicious) thanks in advance!

  • Karjalanpiirakka (Karelian pastries)
  • Kaalilaatikko (cabbage casserole)
  • Pyttipannu (bubble and squeak)
  • Leipäjuusto (bread cheese)
  • Kalakeitto (fish stew)
  • Kalakukko (fish pie)
  • Mustikkapulla (blueberry buns)
  • Korvapuusti (cinnamon and cardamon buns)
  • Joulutorttu (Christmas tarts).

Recipes here! :)