day three: baking (holiday) treats (prompts by @nsfwzimbits) a/n: for the past few years, I’ve tried to make my mom a treat from back home for Christmastime (even though I usually push her diet super hard). And every year, it’s just “not the same” because of the cane sugar. I imagine Tater has the same problem.That being said, I know literally nothing about Russian desserts, take this with a grain of salt.
Kent was fearless. He faced guys who
were half a foot taller than him (and who had 100 pounds on him) on a
near daily basis. He laughed off injuries from skates and 100 mile an
hour pucks. He moved to Las friggin’ Vegas at 18.
And he was about to be brought down by
a plate of stupid marshmallow… things.
“Bitty. Please. You have to help me.”
Two hours ago, Kent felt embarrassed
about begging his laptop for help (and yeah, okay, he was skyping
with Bitty, but it still felt silly). But that was two hours and too
many failed attempts ago.
“Sweetheart, I am trying. But it may
be time to face the facts here.”
“NO! There are no facts to face, Eric
Bittle. I will make my boyfriend the plate of perfect zefir that he
has been craving for months if it kills me.”
“He’s extremely hard to play against. He can do everything. He’s really good with the puck, but he can also punish you physically. I’m pretty happy he doesn’t hit in practice. He’s a big boy and he moves extremely well.” — Jannik Hansen on Alex Edler