yolk yellow

They’re seemingly unavoidable on Instagram these days: photos of bright yellow egg yolks nestled in a fluffy bed of egg whites, like the sun framed by billowy clouds. They’re called cloud eggs, and they’re pretty enough to look like a taste of heaven … which is probably why people are obsessively whipping them up and sharing their pictures on social media.

Yet the latest food fad du jour is actually a modern spin on a nearly 400-year-old recipe.

“They are basically a very, very old dish. It’s essentially something called Eggs in Snow, which the French have been making for centuries. And it’s suddenly taking off on Instagram,” says Daniel Gritzer, the culinary director at Serious Eats.

He points to a recipe for Oeufs à la Neige (eggs in snow), in Le Cuisinier François, a seminal cookbook published in 1651, just as France was beginning a revolution in cookery that would make it the culinary leader of the world for centuries.

Cloud Eggs: The Latest Instagram Food Fad Is Actually Centuries Old

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At Your Service ~Three~

Part One ~ Part Two

*so I have a full day ahead and can’t make a promise for the next part until maybe Sunday, depending on how the weekend unfolds. Thank you for your patience.*


Thranduil had always been a sound sleeper but that night he was inconsolably  restless. He could barely close his eyes to dream for the thoughts swirling around in his head of the next day. It was a mystery which eluded him why his mind fixated on the stone-faced maid. She was not an immaculate beauty, no more or less attractive than the elvish ladies he encountered every day, but she intrigued him to his core. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of his curiosity which aroused him so.

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Need You Now. (Victor Zsasz x Reader)

Originally posted by kvintessenciya

May I please request something with Victor Zsasz? He’s such a cutie. Maybe something like she’s super busy and he misses her so he surprises her? ♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ♡♡ ♡ Thankksss !!!!!

Requested by: @taintedmarker


Y/N struggled out of sleep in her bed out of Victor’s calls from the foot of the stairs. She could hear movement and a loud ding coming from the oven. Using her sense, she flutters her eyes open and stares at the ceiling before using her nose to sniff the pleasant smell of…something good.

But we don’t have a personal chef? Y/N thought as she inserts her feet in her pair of fluffy slippers. She stretches her arms wide out until she could fear her muscles relax from the position of lying down in the bed for a good eight hours.

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