tested recipes

Cooking Personality Test - the recipe you’re making calls for six ounces of tomato paste, but you can only get tomato paste in 5.5oz cans. You:

  • Crack open a second can and skim 10% off the top
  • Use one can and adjust the proportions of everything else accordingly
  • Use one can and don’t adjust the rest because it’s really not that critical
  • Find the least common multiple between 5.5 and 6 and make eleven batches at once
  • Give up and order pizza
  • Chocobros: *loses Ignis in the crowd* shit
  • Noctis: Don't worry I got this *shouts* LEIDEN POTATOES!!
  • Ignis: *comes rushing trough the crowd* Thats it! I have come up with a new recipe!
  • Noctis: found him
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NO-KNEAD CRUSTY ARTISAN BREAD

One of my most reader-tested and approved recipes! This crusty, fluffy artisan bread needs only 4 ingredients and 5 minutes to come together… you won’t believe how easy and delicious it is!

The beautiful, crusty and fluffy bread that results from just four ingredients will knock your socks off! All it takes is flour, salt, yeast and water, all mixed up in a bowl and set to rest for 8-24 hours.

Just make sure your flour is fresh and yeast isn’t expired. I’ve used both active dry yeast and highly active dry yeast with great results!

NO-KNEAD CRUSTY ARTISAN BREAD
YIELD: Makes 1 loaf
INGREDIENTS:
3 cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons kosher salt (not table salt)

½ teaspoon dry yeast (active dry or highly active dry work best)

1 ½ cups lukewarm water

Special cookware needed: Dutch oven or any large oven-safe dish/bowl and lid*

DIRECTIONS:
In a large bowl, stir together the flour, salt and yeast. Stir in water using a wooden spoon until the mixture forms a shaggy but cohesive dough. Do not over-work the dough. The less you “work” it, the more soft, fluffy air pockets will form.

Cover bowl tightly with plastic wrap. Let dough sit at room temperature for 8-24 hours*. Dough will bubble up and rise.

After dough is ready, preheat oven to 450 degrees F. Place your Dutch oven, uncovered, into the preheated oven for 30 minutes.

While your Dutch oven preheats, turn dough onto a well-floured surface. With floured hands, form the dough into a ball. Cover dough loosely with plastic wrap and let rest.

After the 30 minutes are up, carefully remove Dutch oven. With floured hands, place the bread dough into it. (You can put a piece of parchment under the dough if your Dutch oven isn’t enamel coated.)

Replace cover and bake for 30 minutes covered. Carefully remove cover and bake for 7-15 minutes* more, uncovered.

Carefully remove bread to a cutting board and slice with a bread knife.

Enjoy!

NOTES

Uncovered baking time depends on your oven. In my oven, the bread only needs 7 minutes uncovered until crusty and golden brown, but this can vary. Just keep an eye on it!

Preheating your Dutch oven to 450 degrees F will not damage it, or the knob on top.

I’ve let this dough rise anywhere between 8-24 hours and it has baked up beautifully. Just make sure it has risen and appears to “bubble” to the surface.

There’s no need to grease the Dutch oven/baking dish/pot. My bread has never stuck to the pot. If you are concerned though, put a piece of parchment paper under your dough before placing into your pot.

I do not recommend using whole wheat flour or white whole wheat flour in this recipe. The resulting bread will be very dense, and not as fluffy and delicious.

I used a 5.5 quart enameled cast iron Le Creuset pot, but you can use any large oven-safe dish and cover. All of these also work: a baking dish covered with aluminum foil, crockpot insert, stainless steel pot with a lid, pizza stone with an oven-safe bowl to cover the bread, and old cast iron Dutch oven.

Add any mix-ins you like - herbs, spices, dried fruit, chopped nuts and cheese all work well. I recommend adding them into the initial flour-yeast mixture to avoid over-working the mix-ins into the dough. The less you “work” it, the more you’re encouraging soft, fluffy air pockets to form!

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Guess who just uploaded 4 new free printables? This girl! They’re available on Dropbox as PDFs (link in sidebar), meaning that they’re fully editable (I feel like Adobe Acrobat would be the easiest to do this with, but that’s just a suggestion). If you don’t want to edit them, you can save them as images directly from this post!

I’m always looking for feedback on these, so let me know what you think?

nytimes.com
My Father, the YouTube Star
I always knew my father loved food. I just didn’t know he’d been showing hundreds of thousands of people how to cook it.
By Kevin Pang

My dad makes enough in each month’s ad revenues to take my mom out for a nice lunch. Making the clips is a lot of work. The two of them test each recipe a half-dozen times before committing it to film. Dad is behind the camera and editing the footage; it’s usually my mom’s hands demonstrating. They don’t speak in the videos. They say they’re embarrassed by their spoken English and feel more comfortable using onscreen text, in Chinese and English, for instruction. Writing and translating this adds several more hours of work.

“Why?” I asked during one of our weekly phone conversations. “Do you want a show on the Food Network or something?”

“You really want to know?” my dad asked in Chinese. “Your mom’s great-grandmother used to cook amazing Shanghainese food for her. She would dream about it. But when your mom was finally old enough to ask for the recipes, her great-grandmother had already developed dementia. She couldn’t even remember cooking those dishes. The only thing your mom had left was the memory of her taste. We’re afraid that if you wanted to eat your childhood dishes, and one day we’re both no longer around, you wouldn’t know how to cook it.”

“Peter is Becoming a Problem”

Peter Parker x Reader

Avengers Chatroom

Part 2 is HERE.

Warnings: Mild Language, Father!Tony-Clint-Steve-and-Bruce, Mother!Natasha, Basic Family Drama, Innuendos, Deadpool is here so yeah…

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Bossy (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Shamelessly dropping this filthy smut idea for you, because I love the way you write and I just couldn’t get it to flow the way I know you can. Jughead and the reader have been together and intimate for awhile. Jughead is used to letting the reader pull things her own way. Jughead gets things going and essentially bosses the reader around. Ex. “Down on your knees.” I also feel like he could secretly get into saying things like: “such a good girl.” Seeing bad boy jughead sparked it up

Hello 💕 so i have a fic idea but it’s a little weird so it’s completely fine if you don’t want to do it. Could you write something where the reader and jughead get into a fight because the reader is jealous (you decide the reason) and because of the argument they end up having angry sex? + slightly dom jug? Like i said, totally fine if you don’t want to. I love your writing ❤

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I changed it a little bit. Hopefully you like it xxx

Warnings: Light Smut

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Bossy (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Ginger and Tina were flirting with him again. He never flirted back but it didn’t stop you from getting jealous.

Hell half the damn school seem to flirt with him after Betty and Him figured out who killed Jason over a year ago.

You roll your eyes at the two cheerleaders trying to get your boyfriend to do their work. Idiots.

He turns and gives you the smile reserved just for you, making your heart flutter.

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anonymous asked:

I miss ur Hades Harry and Persephone YN :( what if he was being cute one day and surprises her with new flowers he planted for her? How cute to see the god of the dead blush!!

JAJZJAJAI AW IM SO HAPPY U LIKE MY HADES HARRY IT MAKES MY HEART SWELL ILY SO MUCH SNJSJS

On one particular day, as Harry’s walking around the palace talking with his counsel about new torturing techniques and a missing hellhound (which he’s sure is connected to the handful of missing spirits from the Fields of Asphodel), he passes by the library. The humungous set of obsidian doors are slightly ajar and even though he’s surrounded by a flurry of ghastly servants with papyrus containing population graphs and data tables, Hades manages to peek over their heads to see Y/N inside.

She’s standing in front of a painting her mother had gifted her a couple decades back, depicting the garden from her home back on Olympus. Harry watches with softening eyes as Y/N smooths her fingers over the image, a small frown dipping her pretty lips as her eyelashes shimmer with tears. He feels a splinter of pain prick his heart, sympathy sinking in right after.

He can’t stand seeing his girl sad. Whenever she’s hurting, he feels it with double the strength because he cares so deeply for her, it’s inevitable. Harry may be the god of the dead, but that didn’t make him heartless. It only makes cold-hearted. And with that being said, Y/N holds one of the rare corners inside it that is full of warmth.

And so he takes it upon himself to help her out of this homesickness that has taken away her smile.

Later that day, Hades finds her lounging in the kitchen with the cooks, taste-testing different ambrosia recipes for the summer equinox party that is coming up soon. And when the staff isn’t watching, Harry catches her sneaking lemon square pastries from the trays besides the oven.

He comes up behind her, leaning against the closest wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest and tilting his head to the side, fighting off an endeared grin. “You’ve eaten so many of those, you’re going to become a lemon square.”

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To Sing

Hi hi there!!! Just wanted to write something fluffy and different to take a break from angst!! To the wonderful Nonny who sent this in, forgive me- I changed a couple of them to not all be in the shower… I started writing them in one sitting and this is what I saw, my apologies… 


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Lance screamed in pain as he curled in on himself.

His stomach was killing humans his back hurts so much from the effort of emptying his stomachs contents into the toilet.

Hunk had wanted to test out a new recipe and of course Lance had offered.

However it turned out that the space ingredients had been similar enough to earths milk that it had caused Lance to get sick.

Lance had never expected he would need his lactosintolerance pills in space.

So now he was stuck in the bathroom with Hunk and Coran working on recreating his medication, Shiro was hovering outside the door asking if Lance was ok every time he fell silent for too long.

Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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MariChat May Day One: Milk

She was testing a recipe and he showed up.

Oh boy, here we go, my favorite thing!

Check out MariChat May here

Artwork ©: alazic02

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Felmar’s potion of Cure Disease

I fell sick with dengue fever (damn skeevers!) recently and dear friend Felmar from the College of Winterhold very generously sent me this recipe. Having tested it myself, it’s simple and delicious and thankfully does not require standard Cure Disease potion ingredients like vampire dust which are not known to taste very nice! All credit to @fokkentaad (thank you for helping me get well!)

“Although this may be better for a sore throat than a fever, here’s a recipe for a potion of cure disease that I’ve picked up over the years, not a lot of precise measurement involved, but I’ll throw some estimates”

You’ll need:
- One pint fresh strawberries
- equal amount black or white cherries, pitted
- equal amount blueberries or blackberries, up to your personal preference
- one lemon
- 1 cup of sugar
- a heaping tablespoon of honey

Simply toss all the fruit into a large pot, and fill most of the way with water
Boil, occasionally stirring and skimming off the foam that comes to the surface, until the fruits have blistered and blanched, and the solution has taken on a deep red color
Add the sugar, honey, and the juice from the lemon (zest too if you want it to actually taste of lemon), then continue stirring over the heat until the sugar and honey are dissolved
Filter (or don’t) into a large pitcher to cool, or ladle straight into a mug if you want it hot

Best of luck, and a quick recovery to you Dovahkiin
~Felmar, professor of alchemy at the College of Winterhold

Submission by @agenderraskel

I love the “Tony is the Villains' Fav” head canon. Have this.

Tony trudged into the graveyard. Every year he did this.

Every year, reporters ambushed him.

And every year, all the articles focused on Howard.

Nothing for warm, caring Jarvis, who had filled his Christmas stockings with homemade baked treats. Or his sweet mother, who just laughed and wiped his face when he stole cannoli filling out of…

What the everloving fuck?

There were sometimes a few gifts. But they were usually all for Howard. Nothing… like this. Even for Howard.

Jarvis and Maria’s graves had been tended to immaculacy, and piled with fresh flowers. Jarvis got the traditional ones. Lilies, forget-me-nots, roses. (Jarvis had loved traditions, especially having things just so.) Maria got wildflowers- Italian wildflowers. (She had told Tony how she missed them, their smell, their color…) And by their headstones- a plate of rum cake and plum pudding for Jarvis, and one of cherry clafouti for Maria.

Their favorites.

He tore his eyes away to check Howard’s grave. And for the first time that day, he laughed.

It was covered in dung and roadkill. Toxic native plants had been planted on them. And to top it off, there was a ring of old Starktech - Howard’s designs - scattered around it. Screens smashed and wires pulled out.

“Yeah, they thought you’d like it.” Baking minion murmured.

“It probably says bad things about my moral compass that I can identify what minion you are without turning around. How’d they know?”

“Loki has a neat spell that lets you see the favorite things of someone. Doesn’t use it often. Cannoli?”

“Thanks. I’m guessing I get to skip the media circus too?”

“Mh'huh. Have another, you’re looking peaky. Doom informs me you are much less fun to fight when you’re not taking care of yourself.”

Tony snorted, but took another. “Have any of them put forward the idea of having a minion ‘reform’ so they can nursemaid me yet?”

He chuckled. “Don’t put ideas in their heads. It’d be me, and I like my current job, thanks. It’s a chief minion’s pay, but all I gotta do is test recipes for sweets.”

“What happens to the rejects?” Tony wondered.

“They get sold off at a low price to local grocery stores.”

“That’s surprisingly mundane.”

“If you want flashy, when I fucked up your birthday cake, the fuckup got filled with poisoned custard and killed a fanatic head of state.”

“That’s more like it.” A moment of hesitation. “Tell them thank you?”

“They’ll be delighted to hear it. You gonna be alright today? I’m authorized to stick around and cheer you up.”

“Can you just- sit here with me, awhile?”

“Sure. That cannoli has coffee cream, try it.”

anonymous asked:

How did you meet your amazing girlfriend?

I’ve been sitting on this ask for some time trying to figure out the way to say this, so I suppose I will just tell the story as it happened.


I won’t be posting her URL here because I don’t want to send thousands of eyes to scour her blog, but we’ve been mutuals for something like a year, and always had crushes on each other, flirted a ton online, etc. But she lives very far away from me and this, of course, is a major obstacle, so we never made plans to act on that at all. She messaged me one day to say she’d be in town for a day or two on a family trip, and I brought up hooking up if she was interested, although I was such a nervous baby about it that I think I ACTUALLY said, “Hey we should make out or something if you want.” We agreed to meet, go to my place together, have a lot of sex, and make some sourdough because why not?  So in the days before meeting 1) I tried a new recipe and tested it out to ensure it would be good enough and 2) we sexted a ton (she’s good at this and also? world’s best Snapchat snapper) and just got to know each other really well, too, and I found out that we have all sorts of weird little things in common- we want the same number of kids, we want the same color Le Creuset oven, we like and dislike the same kinds of fruits, she has been making jam for several years and I have been making bread for several years, etc- and each of us made several obviously-not-regular-hookup comments about the other being :) the woman :) of our :) dreams :) and how ohhhh gosh if only she didn’t live so far away we’d totally be dating!


She made it to the coffeeshop where I work, and I saw her coming in the door, thought, “WOW she is prettier than I expected” and immediately pretended not to see her/to be very QUICKLY taking some trash to the back of house to go get myself settled. I put on what was apparently a very good -I am totally chill and not going to die- face, sat beside her, made some conversation about her trip up, blah blah, sexted for several hours while I was closing up shop, and decided we would catch a ride from a bar across the street from my job because I MAY have skipped out on a meeting to go fuck this really hot woman and didn’t want it to be super obvious. So I closed up like normal, went to go meet her at the bar, and she kissed me several times while waiting for the car because she was too excited to wait. Then we got home, made bread, and had really incredible sex during which she came 13 (THIRTEEN) times before I stopped counting :) :) :) And when she left I did my best to pretend not to be sad, but it didn’t work because she asked, “Are you sad?” and when I said “Oh! I didn’t think you could tell!” she proceeded to mimic my posture, which was hands-in-my-pockets, slumped over, and forlornly gazing at the ground because I’d had a really genuinely magical time with her.


The main thing is really that the second we met I just felt an instant sort of “WOW I’d like to keep this one around” feeling that I know from a lot of dating is extremely rare and really special, and I think there were lots of moments during our first date that were very much not regular hookup/hangout moments, like we each called the other sweetie more than once, spent…an absurd amount of time staring into each others’ gay eyes, held hands a lot more than would be normal for a hookup, etc. I think it took her a few hours after she left to really realize she was feeling the same thing, but every now and again you meet someone and it just feels right and natural and comfortable instantly, and you just MESH well, and that’s really what happened. So in the next few days we sort of talked things over and decided to give this thing a shot. And I’m glad we did! Sometimes you have to do the very stupid, very silly, very wild 20something thing to do and just go for it because you think you could find something really special and worth it. I think I just sort of thought, “No this isn’t the most logical thing in the world but I know how rare this feeling is and if I can, I don’t plan to let it go because of something like distance.” So now we’re girlfriends and I couldn’t be happier about it- she’s really wonderful and sweet and makes me incredibly happy and I’m so proud to be, as my blog is titled, Her Butch. She’s the best coincidence I’ve ever encountered, and I’m so glad that she came through the city at just the right time and on just the right day and we talked just often enough beforehand for her to tell me she’d be in town, because I honestly didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way again and she’s been a wonderful addition to my life. She’s a pretty excellent girlfriend and I’m more excited than I can say to kiss her again.

The Kitchens

part ii


There wasn’t a time Sirius loved more than the beginning of summer. The promise of days and days of sun ahead of him. And, perhaps more so, the fact that those days were free of lessons and completely his—for the most part—to do with whatever he pleased. And there was also the parties. Sirius hated his family, that was true, but he couldn’t say he minded the connections, the money.

He laughed to himself. James would have smacked him right about now.

He had called for some food and blankets to be laid out by the swimming hole just off to the left of the castle for him and Regulus, only Regulus had yet to show. Sirius had spent the first hour waiting, but now floating lazily on his back. Regulus was making a habit of ditching Sirius lately. He wished he could call his younger brother pompous and call it a day but the hurt prickled inside of him like an unreachable itch. Sirius sighed, kicking out into the middle of the water. At least the sun hadn’t disappointed.

He’d asked James to come—he probably would have had loads more fun that way— but it was his day off. And Sirius knew, even as James sent him a guilty smile, that he didn’t stand a chance. Not when—what was her name again? Lily, Lily who worked as a housemaid, yes. Not when Lily was going to be at the pub in town. Sirius had waved him off. He didn’t want James to think he could, or ever would, make him stay. The truth was that James was his first and only friend. And Sirius was his employer. They were friends, of course, but work came first. Sirius was a prince first in James’ mind no matter how much he insisted against it. And he had insisted.

Apparently it was a prince’s job to swim and spend the summer alone. Of course, his mind did flash briefly to someone… but it was probably his day off too. Sirius would probably ruin it with some snide, accidental comment anyhow. His mother’s voice chided him in his head: Ghastly, Sirius, to be hanging about with that lot. Positively ghastly.

Sirius groaned, flipping into the water and kicking downward towards the muddy bottom.

~

The kitchen was burning. He’d been happy to have the room to himself, having finally convinced James and the others that he’d rather stay in—he really did want to try out the chocolate cake recipe Mrs. Potter had found for him even if James didn’t buy it—up until he’d gotten the ovens going. The coals felt like they were right on his neck. But he stayed, throwing all the windows open and mixing and cutting and whisking until it was a pleasant temperature with a cool breeze. The smell of summer and chocolate was a match made in heaven. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he checked the recipe card, running his finger down the slightly heat smudged ink. As he stirred and checked, stirred and check, his mind went elsewhere, as it often did when he was baking.

Sirius hadn’t stayed long after Remus had found him the biscuits. He’d eaten one, and they’d sat there, next to each other, Remus trying to pretend he wasn’t staring, Sirius trying to pretend he wasn’t catching him.

A prince, Remus had told himself, Get out now, push it down, leave it be. Forget.

That had been Remus’ method for years. With the grocery boy in his home town, with the baker’s son in the village for a time being, even with James for brief period when he’d first got here—he’d gotten over that one quickly.

He had tried to deny this one, but honestly, his breath had caught the second Sirius crouched down next to him by the fire. That was not what he had been expecting. He wasn’t saying Sirius was perfect. He was clearly not a man of both worlds. He was slightly obnoxious, slightly oblivious, slightly pompous, and, possibly, slightly attractive. Note the slightly. But he was kind. Remus saw it in the smiles that slipped through. He was born into the obnoxious, oblivious, pompousness, but the kindness was his own. Remus had overheard his mother—the queen—giving Mrs. Potter instructions for a banquet before. Yes, the kindness was all Sirius. Remus’ stirring had slowed into a lazy motion that he was no longer conscious of. He frowned out the window. And Sirius would catch himself. Repeatedly. He watched him realize what he had said and look sorry for it. Comments like that were burned into him but he was slowly realizing. Maybe he had James to thank for that, but Remus had a sneaking suspicion it was Sirius’ realization as well.

“Always alone.”

Remus whipped his head around, only just managing to keep his bowl on the table, and let out a breathless laugh. He was met with a smiling, rather wet Sirius.

“That’s the third time. I’m starting to think you like doing that.”

Sirius walked in, his shirt sticking in patches to his damp skin. Remus swallowed, dragging his eyes back to Sirius’ face, “Can I get you anything?”

Sirius heaved himself onto a stool across from Remus, eyeing his bowl, “No, I don’t think so… Thought everyone would be at the pub. I just… didn’t want to go upstairs.”

Remus started whisking again, adding a few sifts of flour to thicken the chocolate paste, “No?”

“My mum’s planning a party. First of the summer’s, it’s-”

“Summer’s Eve.” Remus finished, shooting Sirius a smile.

Sirius set him a lopsided grin, “Right. Right, you’d know about that…”

“Always liked watching the dancing.”

Sirius worried his lip, eyebrows pulling together, “Yeah?”

“‘Course.”

Sirius picked up an egg, holding it between his palms, “How long have you been here?”

Remus leveled off some sugar, crushing some clumps with his fingers, “I think its about a year now.”

Remus looked over the measuring cup when Sirius simply hummed, only to find him staring back at him.

“Funny, that we’ve never met.” Sirius said after a moment.

Remus raised an eyebrow, dumping the sugar in, “Not really.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, not really..”

Remus looked away from Sirius’ smile, swallowing over the heat bubbling in his chest. He was suddenly very aware at just how filthy his apron was. Not to mention his shirt. He glanced quietly at the hole in his left shoe toe.

“Why aren’t in town, anyway? I figured everyone would be at the pub. This place is deserted. Well, except for you.”

Remus cut a slab of soft butter, smoothing it around the bottom of the pan with his knife, and tried to shrug as casually as he could, “Dunno. Don’t like the pub much.”

“Why? Everyone likes the pub.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “How would you know?”

Sirius straightened, eyeing Remus, “Everyone seems to like the pub. Or really, I guess everyone just seems to like the girls there.”

Remus laughed, “True.”

Remus saw Sirius lean forward on his elbows in his peripheral vision, “Don’t you like a girl there? Or here? Someone to go with.”

Remus felt the familiar discomfort at this question rising in his stomach, “No,” he cleared his throat, crumpling some parchment paper in his fist, “No, not particularly.”

“No?” He heard something, something in Sirius’ voice. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he feared the worst.

“Not at the moment, I mean. I’m sure I’ll- I’m sure there’s someone. Just- I’m just waiting for- that someone.” He sounded idiotic and he knew it.

“Oh. Of course. That must be nice.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Being alone?”

Sirius looked up at him from where his gaze had been focused on the egg he was holding. His eyes were sad and honest, “Being able to choose.”

Remus opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Oh.”

Remus threw everything he had into squashing the feeling that was rising in his chest. Of course. He’s a prince. You know your place and it isn’t with… It can never be with-

Sirius shook his head a little, pushing his wet hair off his forehead so it stick up in the front. He offered Remus a small smile, “You must be just loving this. Listening to me complain. You probably think I have the whole world and yet here I am..”

Remus scoffed, snapping out of it and pouring the batter into the pan over the parchment paper, “That’s an awfully big assumption.”

Sirius sighed, rolling the egg on the table, eyes following it as it changed directions on its own, “Yes. You’re right.”

He was much more willing to admit Remus was right today.

Remus turned back around from pushing the cake into the oven, dusting flour off his hands, “Do you even know how to cook that?”

“Nope.”

Remus smiled, “That’s pathetic.”

Sirius jolted up at that, “I beg your-“

“Sorry.” Remus was still smiling.

Sirius’ eyes were narrowed but Remus could see the smile that was threatening to show itself.

“Can you do the Summer’s Waltz?”

Remus blinked, “What?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Can you?”

“Well, no-“

“Exactly.”

Remus stared at him for a few moments, “I’m lost.”

“I’ve no reason to know how to cook an egg, so I can’t. You can. You’ve no reason to know the Summer’s Waltz, so you can’t. But I do, so I can.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Yes, alright, very clever.”

Sirius smiled. Remus turned to the oven with one of his own. The flames seemed less bright that that smile.

Get out now, push it down, leave it be.

Remus took a deep breath. Forget.

“Am… Am I bothering you?”

Remus turned to Sirius once more, rather too quickly, “Hm? What?”

Sirius actually looked a little sheepish, “It’s just… I realized I just sort of… came in. You were alone. I don’t know-“

“No.” Again, too quickly, “No,” Remus cleared his throat, “You’re fine. I mean- I mean to say you- I mean, of course you can be here. You’re you.”

Sirius’ brows pulled together, corners of his mouth turning down, “That’s not what I meant.”

Remus took a shaky breath. Of course you’re fine, I want you here, “I know. Sorry. I don’t mind you being here. I’m just testing recipes…”

Sirius seemed to relax a little and got up, spying the recipe card on the table, “But you bake every other day of the week…”

Remus was very aware that Sirius was right next to him, and very aware that he hadn’t bathed that morning, “Well… I like chocolate.”

Sirius looked at him.

Remus motioned to the oven, “I never get to bake for myself. I like chocolate, I made chocolate cake.”

Sirius was quiet, just nodding and looking so intently at Remus that he felt his cheeks start to heat.

“It will be ready soon… If you-“

“Yes.”

Remus almost laughed at the quick response, “Alright…”

The lapsed into a silence. Remus alternating between watching the cake and watching Sirius, and Sirius alternating between rolling the egg and watching Remus.

Remus poked fun at Sirius when he watched in (almost) awe as he took the cake from the oven, and nearly hit him when he recounted how different it looked without all the dressings and plates.

“Absolutely ridiculous…” Remus muttered under his breath.

“Can we…”

Remus looked up when Sirius trailed off. Sirius’ hair was dry now and slightly fluffy around his ears from the heat, and with the way his cheeks were heating up Remus took a step back. Because he didn’t look royal right then, in his fluffy hair and bare feet. He looked normal. He looked attainable.

No one you look at is attainable.

“Can we..?” Remus prompted.

Sirius straightened, “Can we eat it like this?”

Remus blinked and his mouth slowly formed a smile, “Had too much of proper life, have you?”

Sirius shot him a look and Remus sat down and dug his fingers into the cake, taking a rather large chunk out of the side. Sirius grinned almost impishly and pulled a stool over next to Remus, taking a chunk from the other side.

“My god.” He said, “This is fucking brilliant.”

“The eating method or the cake?” Remus said through cake.

“Both.” Sirius sighed, “Can’t remember liking dessert this much in a long time.”

“Excuse you!” It came out sounding more like hue hu! and Remus swallowed, “I make that dessert.”

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “I think it’s good and all, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just… I don’t know.” He was quiet for a moment and then, “Maybe the company makes the meal.”

Remus started, blinking at Sirius. He had chocolate on his upper lip, his hair was still fluffy, his cheeks were even more pink than before. And Remus could feel the tug. The familiar, forbidden tug.

“I-“ He was out of his seat before he knew what he was doing, chair screeching back against the slate floor painfully, “Um.”

Sirius stood too, “Remus..“

Remus couldn’t decide if it was a plea or a question. He wanted to stay. God, Sirius had only said his name and he wanted to staystaystay.

“You can have the rest of the cake. I’ve just remembered-” His mind drew a blank to any excuse he could have made.

And he was gone, leaving Sirius alone in the kitchen with half a cake and a frown.

Glacier headcanons!!!

- whenever Cole does push-ups, he asks Zane to sit on his back so he “can actually have a challenge for once” (Cole does it because Zane keeps him from overheating, and also he likes to show off for the nindroid)

- Zane sometimes asks Cole to taste-test his recipes, and they use this time as a really sweet bonding experience

- Zane doesn’t tell anyone but PIXAL (since my headcanon is that she’s his long-suffering best friend/platonic soulmate) that he really, really likes Cole’s muscles

- seriously, Zane will stare at Cole who’s sweating and working out and PIXAL will just lightly scold him before teasingly pointing out all of Cole’s muscle groups

- Kai is super perceptive and instantly picks up on this thing between Cole and Zane, but doesn’t say anything because he wants them to figure it out for themselves

- Lou and the Royal Blacksmiths, Edna, Ed, Dr. Julien, Wu, Garmadon, and Misako (basically all the older folks) know what’s up with the Earth and Ice Ninjas. They have a betting pool going on for when either boy asks the other out

- Kai eventually learns about the betting pool and joins in (he’s got his money on Cole asking Zane out at a really romantic moment like watching the sunset after a battle because Cole is that kind of guy ya know)

- the Betting Pool Squad eventually renames the ship, “OTP: Triple Tiger Sashay” because of how Zane seems to melt whenever Cole pulls off that move

- Cole makes sure Zane is within eyesight whenever he does the Triple Tiger Sashay because he always does the famous Growl at him

- the Growl does things to Zane’s internal systems and PIXAL has to do a mini reboot to get him back online

- Zane isn’t consciously sexy or suggestive, but he moves gracefully and that draws Cole’s attention because he can appreciate that kind of movement as a dancer

- neither boy knows when they started liking the other, it just sort of happened naturally for the both of them

- in their down time, Cole and Zane often play chess; both are highly intellectual and love mental challenges. Most of the time their matches end in draws

- professionally, Cole appreciates Zane’s intelligence, insight, and ability to quickly adapt to new situations; Zane appreciates Cole’s hardworking attitude, leadership abilities, and focus in battle

- non-professionally, Cole likes introducing Zane to new movies and music and books, making him laugh or smile whenever there’s a chance, and being his taste-tester in the kitchen; Zane likes engaging Cole in deep discussions about anything and everything, being his regular sparring partner, and watching Cole do dance routines

- Cole and Zane are more introverted than extroverted, and so spend a lot of comfortable silence in each other’s company either reading or meditating

- funnily enough, Lloyd thought they were dating since way in the beginning. When he tells Kai this, Kai cracks up and includes Lloyd in the Betting Pool

- out of all the Elemental Masters, Karlof ships Glacier the most because he saw how Cole reacted to finding Zane alive in Chen’s dungeon and how close Cole stayed near Zane during the planning stage of the break-out mission

- Neuro also ships Glacier because he got snippets of their thoughts on each other, and secretly thinks it’s kinda cute but doesn’t tell anyone

- Karlof and Neuro eventually join the Betting Pool Squad, and that’s a whole other story