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2012.08.27 08:24 macarons - those finicky little french cookies

come discuss/critique/post pictures/commiserate about the toughest cookies to bake, ever.
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2024.04.28 23:36 Everyday_ASMR Made a white pie and it was amazing

Made a white pie and it was amazing
I did a cold ferment for 3 days and made a nyc style white pie. No sauce it has ricotta and mozzarella. It was amazing. I used a pizza maker. I made 4 but next time I’ll make 8 thinner pies. I can stretch a pie to save my life but I did my best. Used recipes from sip and feast on YT and used an electric pizza maker for about 15 mins.
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2024.04.28 23:33 MajorCatEnthusiast Show me your group pics!

Show me your group pics!
Welcome to week 45 pupdate!
My dad asked me to go to Tractor Supply on Tuesday to pick up an order. I took Teddy because they're dog friendly. After I told the cashier that I was there to pick up an order I told her that I would like to walk with Teddy a bit before taking it to my car.
We were doing the usual thing of him sniffing everything. I was pretty happy about this enrichment until he lifted his leg and started peeing on some socks. I interrupted him, and headed towards the front of the store. I paused to see if the cashier was by the register to get paper towels. He peed on the greeting card stand. We went outside where he peed in the grass. Ok, maybe I shouldn't have gone directly in the store, but it's out of his system so we can go back and clean up. Nope. On the walk back he sniffed at a large trash bag and peed on that too. He went back in the truck so that I could clean up after him and pick up the feed for our sheep.
About 45 minutes later we went to Rural King and he didn’t pee on anything. Well, he peed on a strawberry plant that was right outside of the entrance.
Yesterday I went to the local plant swap, and I got persuaded to buy two Kiwi prolific vines. They're a cool weather kiwi that looks like a grape, but is dog and cat safe.
Pics:
1) the puppies decided it was too hot in the sun to beg for pets while I planted the kiwi vine
2) Pie on the porch
3) Teddy on the porch
4) 3rd attempt of homemade yak chews on the way*
5) Ada, Teddy, and Amelia are promising that they won't eat the plant. You can definitely bring it closer to the fence 😇
6) Amelia and Pie hanging out in the living rom room
7) Morgana says, "Hiiiii!"
8) Ada enjoying her walk.
  • the recipe said that 1 gallon of milk should make 20 yak chews.
First attempt: I spent 2 hours boiling milk, and it made 1.75 chews.
Second attempt: the reusable cheesecloth hadn't come in the mail yet. So I used a microfiber cloth and cottage cheese. One container made two yak chews because I couldn't squeeze out too much liquid. I did make 4 chews, but they flattened as the baked and they were more like the chicken tender treats. They also stuck to the metal.
Third attempt: so, it turns out that there's a lot of liquid in cottage cheese that can come out if you squeeze the cheesecloth properly. I only bought 48oz of cottage cheese because I thought that 12 oz per treat would be enough.
Lessons learned and further experiments:
  1. Just buy cottage cheese
  2. 240z per treat
  3. I need to experiment on whether the low fat options for cottage cheese makes a difference
  4. Cook on a silicone mat first so that it doesn't stick
  5. I might buy silicone cutlery drawers to first cook the treats in so that it is a thicker rectangle
  6. Once I figure out something passable I will experiment with how much liquid to squeeze out, time, and temperature for cooking.
  7. They're only 1/2 as expensive as the regular yak chews, but still 50% less.
  8. I'll start experimenting with chicken for treats at some point.
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2024.04.28 23:29 Omologist Tasty and Easy Biscuit Beef Empanadas

Tasty and Easy Biscuit Beef Empanadas
Tasty and Easy Biscuit Beef Empanadas Biscuit Beef Empanadas are a soft, pillow-like version of regular empanadas. Using buttermilk milk biscuits as the base, instead of a crunchy pie crust or pastry wrappers, creates these mouthwatering appetizers or small bites. For a healthier recipe, switch out the ground beef for ground turkey. This recipe is a perfect party platter or appetizer because they are bite size, finger food that will have you coming back for more! Since these are home-made empanadas, you will have to get your hands dirty, flattening the dough and creating little oval shapes. Also, a great activity to do with kids. Each […] See the first comment for a link to the recipe
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2024.04.28 22:36 Beautiful-Dig2031 Are there any Aussie bakers out there willing to share their meat pie bottom/crust recipe?

Was hoping I could get a little advice on coming up with a reliable meat pie bottom and top recipe for commercial use. Hopefully there are some Aussie bakers out there!
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2024.04.28 21:12 DefaultyDaniel I have never related to Apple Pie more than I do currently

Hey y'all
I'm a senior in high school. With the end of the year coming up, obviously I have to decide what I am going to do afterwards. Well, I got accepted into LSU, but I'm deciding to decline and instead take a risk. For the past however many months, I have been working on creating and designing a small business of my own, and have been building it up (with research and connections), minimizing risk, etc., and instead of taking the safer route, I am deciding to 'jump off my mama's porch', and create the life that I want to live, kind of like Travis pushing himself into the mainstream music world.
My business is music-themed, without getting too into it, but it's a physical building, so I plan on going to community my first year to build up and stabilize my business, and then seeing what happens from there. It's a risk, although calculated, but it's going to undoubtedly affect the rest of my life significantly no matter what ends up happening. I honestly couldn't be happier, because, well, I need my own recipe and legacy.
Construction is going to be starting some time this summer hopefully, and I feel that Apple Pie is a perfect song for me right now, and I'm glad that Travis has created some of my favorite music to keep pushing me along my path.
Just wanted to share this with y'all. Since my business is so music-themed, maybe I'll even work with Travis one day, lol.
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2024.04.28 20:46 B4thestorm61 Thank you so much!

Thank you so much!
Shout out to the lovely u/Firm_Elk9522 for fulfilling my Amazon Saturday wishlist & there's still my favorite Kool-aid coming tomorrow. 🥰
This was such a fun activity!Big thank you as well to all the mods & donors for making this a big success. 💕💕
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2024.04.28 20:46 VolkerBach Veal Roulade Pie

Veal Roulade Pie
https://www.culina-vetus.de/2024/04/28/veal-roulade-pastry/
Another short recipe from the Philippine Welser collection today, and one that I think I want to try:
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73 If you want to prepare a good pastry of hetalin or haters (cutlets)
Cut broad slices from veal and beat them well with the back of a knife. Then take a little veal and fat from the kidneys or another kind of good fat and chop that together. Put it into a bowl when it is chopped and add a soup broth to stir it with so that you can spread it (to a spreadable, but not liquid consistency). Put in raisins and all kinds of spices, spread it on the meat slices, and roll them up tightly. Then prepare a round pastry case and lay them in neatly. Put sugar on top, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and small raisins. Close it and let it bake. You can also put in the yolks of hard-boiled eggs. When it is almost baked, pour in half an achtalin of malfasyer (malmsey wine) or ronfel (Reinfal, Ribolla gialla wine) and let it bake fully.
This is an interesting idea and an artful conceit, making what is effectively veal Rouladen and baking them in a pie crust. It is also strikingly similar in concept and technique, if not in flavour profile, to the Pye of Alowes in the mid-century Proper Newe Booke of Cokerye. Cookery was very international for the upper crust. The hetalin or hater of the title is a word that refers to slices of meat. We also meet it as hattelet, and it is etymologically related to the word cutlet. The wines, again, are top-shelf luxury items: Malvasier, from the area of Monemvasia in Greece, and Reinfal, grown around the Adriatic, were imported at great cost and graced the tables of the very wealthy. I venture to guess this recipe was not often made with the genuine article even if it only calls for an eighth (achtalin) or a Maß which would come to roughly half a cup.
Philippine Welser (1527-1580), a member of the prominent and extremely wealthy Welser banking family of Augsburg, was a famous beauty of her day. Scandalously, she secretly married Archduke Ferdinand II of Habsburg in 1557 and followed him first to Bohemia, then to Tyrol. A number of manuscripts are associated with her, most famously a collection of medicinal recipes and one of mainly culinary ones. The recipe collection, addressed as her Kochbuch in German, was most likely produced around 1550 when she was a young woman in Augsburg. It may have been made at the request of her mother and was written by an experienced scribe. Some later additions, though, are in Philippine Welser’s own hand, suggesting she used it.
The manuscript is currently held in the library of Ambras Castle near Innsbruck as PA 1473 and was edited by Gerold Hayer as Das Kochbuch der Philippine Welser (Innsbruck 1983).
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2024.04.28 17:30 Omologist The Best No-Bun Turkey Burgers with Basil Aioli

The Best No-Bun Turkey Burgers with Basil Aioli
The Best No-Bun Turkey Burgers with Basil Aioli Do you feel like you’ve eaten so much turkey it’s coming out of your ears? There’s turkey meatball soup, turkey pot pie, turkey sandwiches, and it all tastes and looks an awful lot like turkey. And if you’re like me, you’re kind of over it. I’m an advocate of burgers. Especially this No-Bun Turkey Burgers with Basil Aioli recipe because it just doesn’t taste like turkey. You can also enjoy your bun-less burger with some zucchini truffle chips. See the first comment for a link to the recipe
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2024.04.28 16:01 woolypete123 Band of Calmness, and the Apple Pie recipe.

Just a question about both of these items. Just how rare a drop is the Band of Calmness? Sources suggest it's only rarity 2, yet I have levelled three characters to level 30, run dozens and dozens of Crucible runs, and I haven't dropped a single BoC. I have at least 4-6 examples of every single other ring, yet not one single BoC. Really frustrating when I want to play as a caster.
Also, has anyone actually seen the Apple Pie recipe? I have every other food recipe multiple times over, but I have never seen the Apple Pie one, so I'm wondering if it is actually available in-game yet even though the Apple Pie itself does drop from enemies.
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2024.04.28 12:28 Quirky-Internal6014 Eggs and onion recipe frittata..ish.. ..have to try

I was looking for this recipe it is eggs and onions in one skillet i seen on wqed one sayi hate onions really hate then It seemed that good I hqd to try I did and it was actually unbelievabley good could not even tell i actually have onions in it I have not been able to get the exact recipe for some reason .. i am putting it on here .. for others to try .. it is simple ., get one onion (i used a red onion) use about half cut it thin., get a skillet line with olive oil a pat of butter maybe too put onion in .. saute until translucent and soft get around 5 eggs whisk in bowl with milk/cream either .. pour the eggs over the onions ..season with salt pepper and paprika some parsley maybe basil .. if you like spice put some chilli powder maybe .. 1(i don't like spicy) put lid on panvput on low .. let cook .. until done around 15 minutes depends .. around 5 minutes before it is done put cheese all over it put lid back on let cook until melted .. I wouldbuse mozzarella ,. Colby jack ., maybe feta and you could add other things in it feta and spinach.. with mushrooms peppers .. even tomatoes with garlic and mozzarella any combination is great .. slice it in pie slices and serve with I like ketchup on side you could make an aioli sauce or sour cream cream cheese with chives and garlic hot sauce.. etc.. it is unbelievabley good even onion haters like me love this I got this from wqed a while ago I love it try it you won't know you got tons of onions in it all you get is the great flavor of the onion in your eggs which flavors the entire dish perfectly love it give it a try please like I said ass what you want to it try it
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2024.04.28 11:09 noblelilium It’s… it’s real

Silver is such a brave soul, but at the same time… Nevermoreso, has Lilia’s training prepared him for a lack of fear of the appearance of a dish, than upon this day.
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2024.04.28 04:35 HommeFatalTaemin Just finished making my first pie ever! Pecan Pie

Just finished making my first pie ever! Pecan Pie
Not sure how I had never made a pie before, but here is my first attempt at one! A Pecan Pie! It turned out really well imo :) I can link the recipe if anyone wants it
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2024.04.28 03:16 Gachaverso What if the Universe helped Mineta without him knowing? What if Mineta got involved in several crazy situations of misunderstanding, but instead of him getting involved in situations of loss and bad luck, he gets involved in situations that could be of benefit and luck for him?

Example 1: Mineta has the courier deliver a beautiful bouquet of flowers to his mother as a Birthday or a Mother's Day, but an error occurs during the sending and delivery of the bouquet. ends up arriving at Uraraka's address and she thinks that Mineta sent that bouquet to her. And the next day she tries to talk to him at school, but ends up not having the courage to bring up the subject because she feels very embarrassed, because the bouquet of flowers was very beautiful and even though she had a crush on Midoriya, she didn't want to undo it, of Mineta's gift. And this was the first time she had received a gift like this from a boy. Even if that boy was the pervert Mineta. Which would lead her heart to enter into an internal conflict and sentimental confusion.
Example 2: Mineta is in the cafeteria talking to a friend on the phone and Jiro is sitting very close to where he is, so Mineta starts talking to this friend about his opinion about Uraraka, and then Mineta suddenly speaks the following: "I think she's one of the hottest girls in this school, but I usually avoid saying that in front of her, because I don't want her to get annoyed with me, if it weren't because of the feelings she might possibly feel for a certain friend of mine, I would take the risk of asking a beauty like her go out on a date. I say this not just because I think she's hot but because I like cool people like her." And Jiro immediately thinks he's talking about her, but he was actually talking about Midoriya and Uraraka. Although Mineta also secretly shares this same opinion about Jiro and Kaminari's case.
Example 3: That little boy Tsuyoshi is Mineta's neighbor and friend in this AU. Today is the little boy's birthday and Mineta as a good friend is preparing a special pie in the UA kitchen that comes from his mother's recipe for Tsuyoshi, because Tsuyoshi loves to eat this pie when he visits Mineta's house. Then, just as Mineta was writing a card with the following sentence: "From Minoru to my good friend Tsu..." Mineta immediately needs to go to the bathroom and quickly leaves the place for a moment, and then suddenly Tsuyu arrives and notices the beautiful pie on the table and reads the card and then, you already know what happens, she immediately thinks that Mineta prepared that for her.
Example 4: Mineta is a little angry because someone at 3:00 in the morning is going to the refrigerator and eating the grape ice cream he bought. So tired of not knowing who he is, he decides to go to the fridge and write the following message:
"This message is for a certain person who is playing with something serious. You may think that you are not noticed by anyone, but I know what you do at 3:00 in the morning. If you don't want trouble, come to my room tonight, it's the last room next to Midoriya's room, we have a lot to 'talk about'."
Toru Hagakure was walking around the kitchen and suddenly noticed the note pinned to the fridge, when she read the note, she quickly went into shock, panic and pure terror, because the secret of what she used to do at that time was discovered by Mineta in some way (which is the fact that she walks around the school naked, taking a night walk and enjoying even more the freedom of being invisible and sometimes doing some "inappropriate" actions with her hands)
These are some examples of what I meant about the idea of Mineta getting involved in situations of misunderstanding, but instead of this being bad luck and harm for him, it actually becomes something that could be positive, lucky or even funny. XD
So what do you guys think about this? By chance, in your headcanons, do you have any situations of misunderstanding like these 4 examples I presented?
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2024.04.28 03:08 Impossible-Zucchini3 Blueberry pie?

Hey guys! How do I get the blueberry pie recipe without needing to romance Jina?
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2024.04.27 23:31 Omologist Easy Traditional Maltese Meat Pie Recipe

Easy Traditional Maltese Meat Pie Recipe
Easy Traditional Maltese Meat Pie Recipe If you love meat pies as much as me, you'll love this recipe for traditional Maltese meat pie. It's a new way to enjoy these heavenly treats. See the first comment for a link to the recipe
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2024.04.27 23:28 vuvuimp12 Am I also doing something wrong? I don't talk to girls irl much

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2024.04.27 23:16 Aequinoctium98 Chubby elf girlfriend takes you to the bakery (F4A) (Fantasy) (Wholesome) (Established relationship)

(F4A) (Fantasy) (Chubby elf alchemist pt2) (Wholesome) (Cute) (Shy speaker) (Chubby elf speaker) (Adventurer listener) (Comfort) (Date) (Adorkable) (Established relationship)
This is a rewrite of my second ever script as I wasn’t fully happy with it. Hope you all enjoy it!
I’m fully okay with this script being monetised (So long as I’m credited in the audio) and changing it to suit f4m or f4f specifically instead of F4A
“After finally getting into a relationship with your lifelong elf alchemist friend you have decided to have your first date at her favourite spot in the village, the local bakery”
And here we are!
Honestly I’m surprised I never brought you here before. It’s my favourite place in the whole village.
Yeah I know we weren’t together back then but you know how much I’ve always loved this place. I’d take any excuse to go here especially with you.
[Pause]
Well… yeah I have liked you for quite awhile. It was just hard getting the courage to ask you out you know? I wasn’t sure if you were interested in me at all especially when you left to go adventuring. I was kind scared you never come back and I had missed my chance.
I know you promised you would but all kinds of things can happen once you leave for an adventure that might have stopped you from coming back and I worried a lot.
But that’s in the past and now I have you all to myself (She kisses the listener). Come on let’s head inside.
[Doors open into the bakery]
Oh..my.. GOD these all look so good! I’m not sure if I can choose to be honest. Anything catching your eye?
[Pause]
Babe… I meant the food not me (Laugh). But you are very kind to notice my outfit today. It feels nice to dress up for once especially since I know how much you love this outfit on me.
You look great too by the way! It’s nice to see you out of your adventuring gear every now and again.. Not saying you look bad in your gear though you actually look so good in it and.. heh sorry I’m not great at this.
[Pause]
Yeah that apple pie does look incredible, I’m craving some chocolate today so if I get the chocolate cake maybe we can share them?
Sounds like a plan, Oh here we are now.
(Talking to the shopkeeper) Hello can I get one slice of the chocolate cake and one slice of apple pie for him.. Oh and one of those muffins too please?
Thank you so much! There’s a table over by the window we can take
[Speaker and listener take a seat by the window]
Since this is your first time here babe I deem you worthy of the first heavenly bite.
[Listener takes a bite of the apple pie]
So what do you think? It’s the best apple pie ever right?
[Pause]
Second best?
Oh I don’t know about that. I haven’t baked one in ages and even then they were nothing compared to what they do here.
[Pause]
Oh I remember now. You hurt your leg when out exploring and couldn’t leave your house for a few days so I came over with an apple pie to keep you company.
Well of course I helped you heal it too. I had just learned how to make a healing potion so I was eager to test them out. If I remember correctly they worked great!
[Pause]
Ahh So that’s when you began having feelings for me huh? Well in that case make sure you tell me whenever you’re in a bad mood again and I’ll bake you whatever you want okay? (laugh)
I know you’ve usually been the one cheering me up when I’m feeling down but this relationship is for both of us and I want you to know how happy and loved you make me feel. I couldn’t ask for a better partner and I want nothing more than to be the same to you.
Anyway enough talking I’m dying to dig into this
[She takes a bite of the chocolate cake]
Mmmhh I forgot how good this cake was! Seriously I have to know how they make it. It’s so sweet and fluffy and the chocolate on top is so smooth. Here do you want a piece?
[She gives a piece to the listener]
I know right? If I could bake anything this good I’d probably never leave the kitchen (laugh).
[Pause]
Why did I chose to become an alchemist instead of a baker? I suppose that’s a fair question considering how much I love it.
Well I did it because being an alchemist meant I could help adventurers like you. I absolutely love baking don’t get me wrong but there’s no better feeling than knowing that my potions helped make an adventure much easier for someone. I’m no fighter really so I wanted to find a way I could help you while you became an adventurer you know?
Of course I wanted to help you! You’ve always been there for me so it’s only fair I was too. Don’t think I’ve forgotten all the ingredients you’ve given me from your travels free of charge, they helped me so much in getting my shop set up.
Plus alchemy and baking are more similar than you think. Getting ingredients together and then putting them together is the basic idea. Obviously there’s differences like how you don’t cook potion ingredients, although now that I think about it you can cook some of them for more potent effects, some even need to be frozen first in or even left alone for years in order to use and…. Sorry I’m rambling again aren’t I?
Hey don’t laugh…
(laugh) I know you like hearing me talk about this stuff but it’s not fair for me to take over the conversation all the time.
Speaking of which have you found any work yet? I know you said you were trying to find work closer to the village so we could stay together.
[Pause]
Ohh that sounds dangerous, but knowing you that’s exactly why you picked it!
As I’ve said before if you ever need any potions for your travels just ask and I can make you some okay? I can’t have my beautiful partner getting into trouble when it could easily be avoided now that you’re mine! Consider it one of the perks of having an alchemist for a girlfriend (laugh).
Oh I almost forgot to try the muffin, here do you want a piece?
[Audio fades as they eat the muffin]
[Audio returns as listener and speaker are leaving the shop]
phew Okay babe maybe I can see why I didn’t bring you here before. If I stayed in there any longer I would’ve needed you to carry me out.
Oh you would? Well I’ll definitely make sure to keep that in mind for the next time we come here then (laugh).
Of course we’ll be back! They rotate their menu with new recipes quite often and I always love getting new ideas to try making myself.
So what now? It’s getting pretty late so I’d say we should probably head back home. Maybe I could even read to you like we used to?
[Pause]
Hmmmm… well I suppose I could come along since you’ve been so good to me today, lead the way.
[Audio fades as listener and speaker walk to the secluded grove]
[Audio returns as the listener and speaker enter the secluded grove]
Oh my god it’s so pretty here, It looks like one of my favourite books came to life! Did you only find this spot recently?
[Pause]
That makes sense, everyone needs a spot to be alone with their thoughts… but then why show me?
[Pause]
Aww so you always planned to bring me here after our first date? That’s… really sweet actually.
gasp You even made a little camp site so we could stay here the night? Remind me again how I got lucky enough to be with you?
Oh.. because I’m the most beautiful person in all the realms huh? I might need some proof for that statement.
[listener hugs and kisses the speaker a few times]
Babe.. you’re making me blush! If you keep saying those things I might just believe them.
Thank you though it means a lot to know you love every part of me. It’s like all of my insecurities and self consciousness just melt away when I’m in your arms.
[She kisses the listener]
Do you want to get the fire started? Cuddling you next to it sounds like a perfect way to end this date.
[listener lights the fire and sits down next to speaker]
Come here, I know how much you love cuddling with me and you’ve more than earned it.
[She pulls the listener close]
You know… you could rest your head on my chest if you want? It makes for a very good pillow.
Yeah back when I lived with my parents I remember their cats used to always come and sit on my lap or my chest when they wanted to sleep. Many days were spent studying with them sleeping on me for emotional support (laugh).
[Listener lays their head on her chest]
There you go, are you all nice and cozy now?
Good, You look so adorable all nestled into me like this. It feels like I’m the one protecting you for a change.
Anyway babe I’m getting pretty tired so I’d say we both get some sleep now. Thank you so much for today.
[she continues to hold the listener and kisses them as the audio fades out]
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2024.04.27 17:57 PropheticKnowledge [FN] The Huntress

[YA/AF] This is a prologue to a young adult/adult fantasy story that I have been working on for several years. Would love any feedback or opinions.
The Huntress
Bryce Newsom Special Thanks to: Logan Newsom
Prologue
The fresh scent of pine and smoke wafted through Sherwood Forest, and Lissa welcomed the crisp air that filled her lungs. She felt a kinship with the flames that danced before her eyes, for they echoed her wild and restless spirit. Deeply inhaling, Lissa’s eyes closed as her keen nose caught the smell of roasting herbs drifting up from the stewpot. For as little as her family usually had, for sake of charity, they did extremely well for themselves. This gratefulness for the blessing of nature was interrupted by the incessant grumbling of Lissa’s stomach. Looking around the small, cozy cottage that her family fondly called home, she noticed that her daughter was nowhere to be seen. Lissa called out for her only child to come in for dinner. “Corrine!” No answer was given to Lissa’s shout, which made her nervous. “Probably with Dad again…” she thought to herself. Corrine, even at the young age of sixteen, was a deadeye archer who could compete with the best archers in the camp. This was largely due to her accompanying her grandfather everywhere he went. He was the legend named Robin of Locksley, more commonly known as Robin Hood, and he was attempting to pass on all of the knowledge that he could to her. Lissa sighed as she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder: the tender yet powerful palm of her husband, James. His touch always managed to relax her, but James still felt some of her stress remaining. He had learned to gauge her mood by her body language after all these years of loving her, and to him it was plain to see that his wife was feeling pensive. “She’s going to outshoot the both of us by the end of the year if she spends much more time with him.” James chuckled as he tried to rub the tension out of his wife’s shoulders. “Yes,” Lissa said, “she will, but at what cost? You’ve seen how sore she can be after a day in the fields.” She looked back at her husband, who was gazing wistfully into the distance, his eyes, as blue as sapphires, gleaming brighter than any jewel she had ever seen. “You know, I seem to remember a certain mother who used to be this way as well!” he exclaimed, reaching to her slender waist and tickling her. James, in all his goofiness, never failed to lift the spirits of those around him wherever he went. He had managed to pass his clownishness down to his daughter, and was exercising it on his wife, as usual. At his tickling, Lissa cackled in joy, and took off towards the practice range to fetch her daughter.
 ------------------- * --------------------- In a field nearby stood two birds of a feather: the slender, athletic, spry figure of Corrine stood sixty paces away from her target; next to her stood the salt-and-pepper-haired Robin Hood, her grandfather. A cool fall breeze blew through the air, but being the archer she was, this did not bother Corrine at all. She kept attacking the target as though exacting revenge on it for a crime yet to be committed, with precision unmatched. *Thwip.* *Thwip.* *Thwip.* Arrows zipped through the air, one after the other. Corrine was letting loose, firing her bow so rapidly that her arrows seemed to be chasing one another. She was unable to observe any of them hitting their mark, but Corrine was able to judge by the crowd’s reaction that each was landing perfectly. She felt as though she was one with their pointed tips as she watched each one slam into the target. If archery was an art, then Corrine was a master; the bullseye, her canvas. She caressed the feathers as they left her fingers, feeling certain that each one was going to land exactly where she wanted. Calluses that numbed the pain from the strings had formed long ago on her rather small hands through much blood, sweat and tears. Feeling cocky at this point, Corrine looked back and winked at her companion. At the same time, she let the last arrow fly, and it pierced straight through the bulls-eye. It was muscle memory for her, for she had let thousands of arrows fly from her supple bow. Laughing, she said “I can do this all day with my eyes closed, Grandpa!”. Robin called her out, saying “I’m willing to bet that you can’t. Tell you what; if you win, you can have my best bow. If I win, you have to stop teasing me about my hair!” Corrine doubled over in laughter at this preposterous wager, and accepted, saying, “You should know better than this, old man! Brace yourself and your grey hair before it falls out!” She closed both eyes and turned away from the target, aiming directly behind her. She felt the wind slightly change direction towards the north, brushing gently against her tan skin, and as such, she altered her aim to account for this. She felt every sinew in her body grow tight as she drew her bow taut, breathing deeply to relax them. She remembered the very first lesson he had taught her, so many years ago: one singular, smooth, steady motion, as though she were made of water. “Now!!”, she thought. The bowstring snapped forward, and for a moment, all went silent. 
She held her release as the wooden shaft spun ever forward towards the straw target, splitting the air cleanly. She refused to watch her shot fly, because she knew what was about to happen. What she proved via this one shot was that she didn’t even need eyes to be the best archer among the Guard. She heard the sound of wood splitting, but kept her eyes shut. Crack. Thunk.
Silence reigned over the camp for what seemed to be an eternity. Still, Corrine refused to turn. Instead, she straightened and smirked at her grandfather, standing still and dumbfounded. When he came to his senses, Robin stared in shock at the target. He rushed over to the straw pad and pinched himself, as to confirm that he was not dreaming. He began to cry tears of joy and put his hands over his mouth, as his granddaughter had not only met his challenge, but had upped the ante on herself. The first arrow that she had hit the bulls-eye with had been split clean in half, just as he himself had done so many years ago. Pride swelled within his chest, as he sprinted over to his granddaughter and wrapped her tight to himself. “You split it!” he exclaimed, as applause arose from around the camp. As Corrine looked towards her parents, who had arrived only moments before she fired, both of their eyes watered and they clutched her as well. Corrine laughed weakly and strained out “You’re wringing me like a dishrag!” before being set free. Corrine observed the target for the first time, and her jaw dropped. Gesturing towards the target, Corrine giggled and said “Does this mean that I win?” Robin laughed with his entire being and nodded emphatically, saying “Let’s go fetch your bow before dinner!” The four of them turned towards Robin’s house, the nearby huts emitting the smell of freshly baked shepherd’s pie and grilled venison, wafting through the practice range and all the way to the barracks at the entrance of the camp. Corrine looked at her father with extreme confidence, exclaiming “Bet you can’t beat me home, Dad!” James eyed her up and down before solemnly agreeing, but Lissa recognized the playful glint in his mischievous eye. She had seen it far too many times before and braced herself for what was going to happen next. “Father and daughter alike, line up 100 paces from your finish line!” Robin proclaimed, borrowing his granddaughter's bow to fire a shot directly into the famed oak tree that housed his humble abode. He then used the tip of the bow to draw their “finish line” in the dirt thereabout. “The first person to retrieve the arrow shall be the winner!” proclaimed the renowned bowman. Lissa chuckled as she observed the intense look of Corrine, ferocious determination lining every part of her youthful face. Both competitors took their place at the starting line, and Robin began the countdown: “Three...Two…” but before he could reach one, James quickly reached over to his daughter and tickled her, taking her by surprise and leaving her breathless, before he took off in a dead sprint towards the house. His blonde hair shimmered in the evening sunlight as he took a moment to glance back at his family. A brief expression of fury covered Corrine’s face, but it was soon replaced by amusement as she attempted to catch up to her father. As Lissa stood there watching the race between the two greatest loves of her life, she smiled warmly and turned towards Robin. “She reminds me so much of you, you know? Nearly an exact copy. Confident and playful, passionate and fiercely loyal.” A troubled look crossed Lissa’s face. “But she also becomes angry so easily. Rage can lead one down an incredibly dark path. I worry that her passion will get her into trouble one day.” Robin nodded with wisdom, as only one who has had experience with such matters can, and responded firmly, “If that day ever comes, we will be there for her.” Upon arrival, Lissa and Robin were greeted by the sound of Corrine and her father arguing whilst the beautiful maid Marian observed the scene from the balcony above.“There was foul play, Dad! I deserve that arrow!“ Corrine cried, punching her father in his muscular arm. James held the arrow far above his head, laughing and saying “Is that so? Come take it from me, then!” She tickled him back and he dropped the arrow in self-defense, immediately snatched up by Corrine, who ran away. Meanwhile, Robin climbed up to his house to fetch the promised bow for Corrine, showing off the strength and agility that had made him famous. Lissa was worried his knees might give out, saying to him, “Be careful Dad, you’re not exactly in perfect shape anymore!“ Robin turned and gave his daughter a wink before retorting, “These knees have been through wars, I’ll be darned if a rope ladder is the end of me!” He finished climbing up and embraced his wife Marian, who was waiting for him expectantly, spinning around with her in his loving arms. Marian chittered loudly, saying “Put me down, Robin!” and caressing his face. He gently set her down, as one would a china doll, and ducked into the treehouse. In the den he spotted it hanging there on the wall: a simple, rugged wooden bow that appeared to be decades old. As he took the weapon into his hands, he greeted it as he would an old friend. This bow had seen many great battles, just as many failures, and had watched Robin grow from being a simple outlaw to the leader of an entire village hidden in the trees of Sherwood Forest. Without warning, he suddenly sprang up onto the table and, tilting his bow to the side, pulled the mythical string back towards his ear. In his mind, he was no longer a grandfather reliving days gone by; rather, he was there again in the rotten Sheriff of Nottingham’s castle... Robin climbed carefully up the side of the castle, so as to peer into the skylight. Being that it was nighttime, no one noticed when he silently cracked the window in the ceiling and so slipped in. He crept down the ropes suspending the chandelier, hand over hand, and finally settled on top of the glorious centerpiece itself. Trapped inside the grand dining hall, guards surrounded the sly rogue on every side. The Sheriff himself held Robin’s beloved Marian captive at swordpoint; he had anticipated this. From an outsider’s perspective, the situation appeared hopeless. But Robin just smiled. He had already won. “Oh, Jooohn!” Thud Thud One could hear what sounded like footsteps from the other side of the thick gate. With a thunderous crash, an absolute behemoth of a man stormed through the front gate, fire in his eyes and a steel mace in his hand. Every eye in the room turned to him; exactly as Robin planned. As John began to decimate the crowd of soldiers singlehandedly, Robin made his move. He leapt from the chandelier and landed inaudibly behind the Sheriff, who was staring in shock at the sheer brutality playing out before his eyes. Robin slowly lifted his bow up and threw it over the head of the Sheriff, pulling that string against his windpipe. A gasp escaped the lips of the Sheriff as he looked up at where Robin had been standing mere moments before; “What is this sorcery?! He was above us mere seconds ago, I’m sure of it!” he thought to himself in a panic. Fortunately, Robin was as quick as lightning with feet that were lighter than drops of dew on grass blades in spring. The Sheriff was desperate now, and Robin was quite cocky, believing himself to be superior by far. Not afraid to fight dirty, the Sheriff dealt a low blow to Robin, freeing him just long enough to flee. He then reached towards his personal table on the balcony and grabbed a handful of salt. He tossed it over his shoulder and into Robins eyes, both for good luck and to blind his opponent temporarily. Robin reached for his eyes, and the bow flew from his hands. The Sheriff dashed towards Marian, as she closed her eyes to prepare for what she was certain were her final moments, a single tear dropping to her cheek. However, throughout the hall rang a resounding bang. She looked up hesitantly; there stood Robin, arm outstretched, and a gruesome sight on the wall nearby: the former Sheriff had a mace implanted in his skull, dead as could be. Cries of joy went up from the Merry Men as the remaining guards (having no strong sense of loyalty) fled the castle. The Sheriffs reign of terror had ended. Meanwhile, in the present, Marian watched her husband leap from table to shelf to floor, reenacting that day from so long ago that had set them on this path. She grinned and enjoyed this moment of nostalgia. His face could have been forty, with only a few smile lines showing his age. Nostalgia washed over her like a wave as memories of Robin as a young man sneaking into her father’s castle to see her swept through her mind. She still had all of the features that had made her famous as “Maid Marian,” such as her fiery red hair and high cheekbones. Her emerald green eyes were a trait she had passed down to her daughter and granddaughter, piercing the resolve of any man they met. Her figure seemed to have not aged a day since she and Robin had met. Marian swayed over to him, wrapping her smooth arms around his broad chest, the familiar smell of sweat and wood filling her nose. Robin leaned back into her, stroking her arms gently, nearly afraid he would break her if he were not careful. Marian said “Let Lissa know that I will join you as soon as I can.” He pulled the bow off the wall, smirked and kissed his wife’s neck, then ran out his door, jumping down and landing on his feet. Turning around to face Corrine, Robin grinned and slowly gifted her the fabled weapon. She observed its subtle curves and leather grip, running her fingers up and down the smooth yet strong body, her sparkling green eyes admiring the simple beauty and craftsmanship. She composed herself, dabbing at her eyes and thanking her grandfather, saying “Thank you, Grandpa. I’ll never let it leave my sight.” Robin reflected her smile, whimsically replying “You’d better not; otherwise you’ll be making me a new one!” As Corrine and her family lived very nearby, it was not a far distance for them to walk. This was a grace to Corrine, who was exhausted from her performance. After they arrived, the happy family washed up, and seated themselves at the table. Corrine’s parents began to eat as she and Robin discussed the events of the day. “What did you think of the shot, Grandpa? I did everything exactly how you taught me to.” Corrine said with a look of pride, gazing at Robin. Robin laughed loudly and retorted “Of course you did, why would I have been wrong? I shouldn’t have taught you so well, now I’ll have to hear about my hair until it all falls out!” James chimed in, “You had to know she was never going to stop teasing you anyway!” Corrine rolled her eyes and scoffed at her father. “I would have! I just would have found something else to poke fun at.” Corrine chittered at the ongoing conversation as Lissa and James resumed eating. Looking around, Lissa noticed that her mother was missing from the table. She was always punctual, where could she be? “Where’s Mom, by the way?” Lissa asked her father. “She said that she will be here as soon as she can be, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Robin explained. This eased her mind, and she continued to enjoy the fruits of her labor earlier that evening. Glancing down, Robin observed a tremor in his drink. Small enough that none but his eyes could pick it up naturally. His trained ears pricked up, and he heard cries for help near the other end of camp, which were quickly cut off. He turned to warn Lissa and James, but noticed that they were holding their throats, fighting for breath. Corrine had risen from the table, pale as a ghost and mouth agape. Robin ran over and knelt beside his daughter while Corrine fell at her father’s side, clutching his arm as her tears fell uncontrollably. James’ face was slate grey, his grimace a clear indicator of the agony he was experiencing. When he realized that his precious daughter was holding on to him, the storm within his soul settled. At least he would die surrounded by those he loved. He reached up to caress his daughter’s face and surprisingly, chuckled his last breath, proud of her. She recognized that even now he was attempting to take care of her. All he had ever wanted was to see her smile; not even imminent death could take that away from him. Before she was ready to say goodbye, Corrine felt the strength leave James’ hand and his smile, which had brought light to her heart since the day she was born, slowly faded from his face. Corrine felt as though something within her died as well. Next, Corrine slid over to her mother, determined to be there for her as well. She took her hand, caressing it as one would caress a child’s hand; as she had done for her so many times before. Lissa asked her, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Caught by surprise, Corrine finally responded, “I’m okay, Mom, I’m okay.” Catching a glimpse of her father, Lissa was now at peace, knowing her daughter was in the right hands. Looking around the room, Lissa said to each of them, “Though my life comes to an end, I live on in the memory and souls of the two of you. I am with you always; both of you.” Lissa grabbed each of their hands, smiled, squeezed them tight, and placed their hands in each other’s. As she did this, Lissa’s tearful eyes, the same eyes as Robin’s beloved wife, caught his as she drew her final breath. Just as her eyes lost focus and glazed over, Robin’s head fell to his chest, and his body began to shake. His hands hit the ground, and the most terrible sorrow he had ever felt wrought havoc upon his heart. He let the tears fall, painting the ground as though he were intending them to. Just when he felt as if he would die alongside Lissa and James, he looked up from the floor to his granddaughter who was still frozen in place beside her parents. His love for her seized his body like electricity, flowing from his chest to every part of his body, energizing every atom and nerve pathway with a surge of power that was nearly supernatural. Robin’s resolve was restored, and internally he made a vow: “I will protect Corrine no matter what. Even if it costs me my life.” He got up off the floor and prepared for battle, arming himself with a log from the pile of firewood nearby. Corrine simply sat there in shock for moments that seemed to last for eternity. “It can’t be,” she thought to herself. Corrine was forced to mature in that moment, and her pupils overtook those glimmering green irises. She was so filled with rage that both of her eyes appeared to be deep black pools of tar, desiring to swallow all that stood in its path. During this process, a monsoon of emotions threatened to possess Corrine, and she screamed in horror, shaking to the point of convulsion over her parents bodies and pleading, bargaining with Death itself. “You can’t leave me! Not like this, please don’t go!” she cried, weeping over their bodies. Robin began to establish a defensive position within the house, barricading the door and windows. Unable to assist in this, Corrine hugged her parents close to her, not wanting to release them, considering that a sign of defeat. If she were to let go, then they would truly be gone. Corrine began to rock back and forth, humming the lullaby that her mother had always sung to her as a child. Robin pondered what could have been the cause of this catastrophe. He and Corrine had just been talking when everything fell to shambles. Then he realized: “The food.” He and Corrine hadn’t eaten any just yet, too caught up in bantering. Robin stepped over and observed the meal. This was his wife’s recipe, which he had eaten for so many years now; he would know if there was a foreign ingredient. He lifted the bowl and inhaled deeply, smelling for anything out of place. His eyes widened in surprise, and he sniffed again, just to confirm. He caught a whiff of it, yes: “Hemlock; of course.” Lissa and James had left their food unattended too long, and someone had poisoned it. He assumed that it had been meant for him, as most people did not even know of his family’s existence. Which could only mean one thing: this was an inside job. With what seemed to be the least of effort, the built-up barricade imploded as its supports flew across the floor. Into the room strolled the giant of a man ironically named Little John, Robin’s best friend and leader of the Merry Men, who were Robin’s group of talented mercenaries. Where had Robin seen this before? Little John was wearing a long cloak, which barely covered his tall frame. His black hair blended in with the cloak well, hiding him quite effectively. Beside Little John was Marian, who conveyed only one word with her expression: “Help.” Robin saw John and shot to his feet, acknowledging the titan of a man and explaining the situation. After informing John of Lissa and James deaths, John gave a knowing nod. This made Robin extremely suspicious, and put him on his guard. He and John had battled through their fair share of arguments and disagreements in the past, but nothing so serious as this. They had always managed to find some way to manage those situations appropriately. Robin inquired of Little John, “What the devil is going on Joh-” before being clutched at the throat by Little John’s giant hand, which wrapped all the way around Robin’s throat. Little John narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and began to chuckle. “You really don’t understand, do you?” Little John rumbled; his voice could have been mistaken for the growl of a bear if you weren’t listening for it. “I have been waiting for this moment since the day we met. Your cocky attitude was never going to take you very far, Robin of Locksley. Not only that, but the entire camp guard is tired of your guerilla warfare. We want structure, a system, something real. But that is not even the worst of your crimes. No, Robin, you are guilty of a felony far worse than arrogance and mismanagement: you stole the love of my life!” He exclaimed. He glanced over at Marian lecherously. “I have always loved Marian, even before you were married.” Robin gritted his teeth, a look of rage entering his eyes; he kicked his feet in a futile struggle, as Little John only squeezed tighter and stars appeared in front of his eyes. The more Robin struggled, the tighter John’s grip became. At this, Marian screamed in horror. Looking towards her,, Little John continued, “I never stood a chance, of course. She was destined to fall for the dashing, daring Robin Hood, the hero.” He turned back to face Robin again, expounding on his point: “Leader of the Merry Men. Ruler of Sherwood Forest. How could I compete with that? Tell me!” John’s emotional outburst was followed by a swift punch to Robin’s temple that left even more stars spinning around his line of vision. “Little” John reared back his fist, ready to perpetuate the abuse of his former friend, but stopped before the blow could land. He took a deep breath and gathered himself before continuing.“But that is besides the point. This has been a long time coming, old friend. It’s time for a change. Little John is no more; from now on is the reign of the Judge. And I sentence you to execution.” Marian, gripped by courage not unlike her husbands, leapt up and grabbed Judge’s arm. “If this were a real trial, he would get his last words!” Judge knew she was only trying to buy Robin time to find his way out of this life threatening situation, as he always had before. But his love for Marian overpowered his natural instincts and he sneered, “This is true. What say you, Robin of Locksley? Not that it matters; nobody will ever remember your name.” Robin knew what Marian didn’t: that his time was short, there was no way out. The death grip of Little J...Judge was crushing his windpipe.As he hung helpless above the ground, his eyes felt as if they were about to pop out of his skull as he sought out his granddaughter. Robin smiled bravely, telling her, “Look inside your heart. You’re more than what you think yourself to be.” He looked at Marian and said “I love y-” before having his neck snapped with a simple flick of the Judge’s wrist. The Judge dropped Robin’s lukewarm corpse and looked at Corrine, nearly with pity. “I know what you must be experiencing, and I am honestly sorry for it. You shall not perish for your grandfather’s sins...however, your sentence has the potential to be even worse.” Judge walked over to fire and snatched up a log, burning on one end. “Restrain the girl.” Marian jumped up to defend her granddaughter, but had multiple fingers broken by the guards, which sent her sprawling away. “How could you possibly do this, John? After all we’ve been through!” At this, the Judge punched the third guard, for he had not obeyed his commands. The Judge ordered two of the guards standing behind him forward. They grabbed Corrine, and she wrestled against them, but could not break free of their grasp. “No, Uncle John! Please!” Corrine begged. Judge stepped towards the young girl, empathy in his eyes which soon turned to malice. Raising the log, he simply looked at her and said without a note of compassion in his voice, “Long live the Hoods.” He then breathed in, and pushed the burning end of the log into Corrine’s eyes, one at a time. For a moment, there was nothing but white for Corinne.
Then came the pain. 
Corrine’s world exploded into constellations of ashes, incinerating right in front of her, as she could do nothing but try not to pass out from the agony. The pain was as though she had flung herself face first into an exploding supernova, and her sadness and anger knew no bounds in this calamitous moment. She screamed and screamed until her throat was raw, though she knew no one was coming. The world disappeared before what was once her eyes.
She was all alone.
 Judge released the log and started out the door, ordering the guards to bandage her eyes and take her to the edge of the camp, setting her free and ordering her never to return. Corrine smelled fire as she was carried through the camp, and she mourned the loss of everything she had ever known. She was deposited at the edge of camp and pointed towards a nearby field. She fumbled her way through the weeds, emotions swirling inside of her stomach. The Judge felt satisfied with himself, feeling that justice had been served in Sherwood today. His nemesis had finally been defeated after all these years, and his legacy would be destroyed. He wouldn’t have any descendants to pass it on, nor any friends to carry it. He would be forgotten in the throes of time; just repayment for all the wrongs he had committed against the community of Sherwood Forest. He watched as Corrine felt her way through the dark towards a nearby field, and wondered what would happen to her or what she would do. Judge wondered if she would even survive the night, but he did not care enough to continue thinking about it. He turned his back on her, his feet thundering towards the camp. That night, as Corrine lay in that field by herself in the dark, something awoke in her; she resolved to have this “Judge” stand a trial of his own. 
He was going to pay for the cruelties he had committed.
So sayeth the Huntress.
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2024.04.27 17:12 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)

Last Updated List: 27/04/2024
 
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
If you're either trading or buying please state the game(s) you are interested in and your offer (game(s)/list/price).
 
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I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
 
List of games:
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2024.04.27 17:12 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)

Last Updated List: 27/04/2024
 
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
If you're either trading or buying please state the game(s) you are interested in and your offer (game(s)/list/price).
 
Info:
 
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
 
List of games:
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2024.04.27 15:39 Autumnwood Blueberry pie issue

I went to make starred Blueberry pie. The kitchen allowed me to start and I had all the ingredients. So I prep all the stuff, and then go to mix but one of the blueberries was missing?! So I got a starred burnt recipe (which I could display 😂)
But now I'm not sure I want to try again right away, because I don't have very many blueberries (but want to give pie to Delilah)
Has this happened to anyone?
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2024.04.27 15:01 busty-crustacean Week 18: Intro & Weekly Discussion - Tropical Flavors

Hi bakers! This week, we’re going tropical, by incorporating flavors and/or ingredients native to the tropics. There’s a wide range of produce that grows in tropical climates, including, but not limited to coconut, durian, guava, jackfruit, lychee, mango, papaya, passionfruit, persimmon, pineapple, rambutan, and tamarind.
Here are some recipes that utilize tropical flavors and ingredients:
Peach mango pies
Guava and cheese pastelitos
Pandan coconut cake
Tamarind millionaire’s shortbread
Vegan jackfruit casserole
Scalloped pineapple
Happy baking!
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