Vegan Strawberry Pop tarts (perfect for valentines day)
2 ½ cups of flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp sugar
½ cup ice cold water
1 cup of cold vegan butter
red or pink food dye (gel preferred)
2 tbsp soy milk
1 cup powdered sugar
½ tsp vanilla extract
Heart shaped cut out (optional)
In a bowl combine flour salt and sugar and mix well. Then add the butter and with an electric hand mixer, mix until a clumpy dough begins to form. Pour ice water into the bowl and combine until you have smooth dough.
Use your hands to separate the dough into two pieces. Dye one part red using food coloring. Leave the other one plain. Wrap in plastic wrap and let it sit for about 1-2 hours or overnight in the fridge.
After an hour take out the dough and roll both parts together to create a marbled look. Preheat your oven to 200°C. On a floured surface roll out the dough and cut out hearts the size of your palm. You should be able to make about 16 halves.
Fill one half with 1 tsp worth of jam in the middle of the heart and lightly spread.Then place the other half on top and seal the ends with a fork.
Place the finished hearts on a baking rack with parchment paper. Bake for about 20-25 minutes depending on your oven. Take them out and let them cool completely.
Once cooled sift the powdered sugar into a small bowl and add the milk and the vanilla. Mix well and spoon the icing on top of the tarts. Sprinkle with some sprinkles of your choice.
If you don’t have a valentine share it with friends, family, or have it as a snack. Hope you enjoy!
Wanda Maximoff x Reader baking moodboard requested by Anon
Your love of baking was something that you were more that excited to share with your girlfriend. Wanda didn’t have much experience with baking delicate treats. Sokovian dessert were more dense and hearty. You both took turns to teach each other a familiar recipe, but your favourite was chocolate covered strawberries.
You’d melt white chocolate and place a few drops of pink food dye in the bowl. Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist, her soft lips kissing up your neck and jaw as you dunked the large strawberry trying to suppress a soft moan. Luckily for the both of you, you always melted far to much chocolate.
To say the least, you were a bit hesitant to tell 2-D you were expecting when he was already a father of several children. Your baby would be born out of wedlock, just like them, a result of (admittedly) a broken condom. It wouldn’t matter, would it? Hopeful but nervous, you slid him a small box with cream-colored wrapping paper during breakfast one morning, watching him shake the box before he decided to neatly unfurl the wrapping paper and see the little stick sitting there. He glanced at you confusedly, lifting the stick to level it with his eyes, turning it over to see the plus sign. His face was pure confusion as his black eyes squinted at it, but then realization dawned on him a moment later. A goofy smile spread across his face and he uttered one word; “Blimey,” before he fainted in the chair, head falling back. You sighed and shook your head, facepalming humorously.
Major shock there. Murdoc wasn’t young nor a protective fellow downstairs, but it didn’t make you any less excited to tell him. Just to fuck with him, you began calling him “Daddy” and dyeing everything you both ate with light blue or pink food dye, which he caught onto after about a week and questioned. Of course, that was when you smirked and took a bite of your pink eggs, holding up a particular pregnancy test. Murdoc nearly choked on his eggs, but survived to see your giddy reaction as you raced over to him and hugged his head, pressing a million kisses to his green cheek.
Noodle: ((Lesbian Interpretation!!))
When you found out the insemination was a success and there was a life taking root inside of you, there was an immediate plan to surprise her. Tapeing a used test to the wall in your shared bedroom, you waited for her to step through your door and when she did, there was a scream of joy coming from your room. Noodle was ecstatic, shrieking loud enough for your entire complex to hear while she hopped around in joy. You were hardly believing it yourself, watching your fiancée blubber in Japanese as she lifted you up by the hips and hugged you close, burying her face in your flat belly.
If there was anything you wanted out of Russel in the world, you just wanted him to be happy. After so much crap he’d been through, there was at least something you could give in return for him being so good to you. You’d secretly wanted to have a baby, so you began trying. Just when it seemed like it wasn’t going to happen, boom! You were pregnant. You waited until you were about three months along, tricking him into checking for any buns in the oven, literally. He realized the damned metaphor when there was nothing in the space; the oven wasn’t even on! You were met with large hands caressing your slightly showing belly, Russel tearfully kissing your forehead and muttering, “Thank you, I love you, thank you….”
today i took full control over a room of babies and toddlers and even though im covered head to toe in flour and pink food dye and am so exhausted i could sleep for a hundred years, i think it was a success!!