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Paleo Friendly Almond Muffins Recipe
Paleo Friendly Almond Muffins. These Paleo-friendly almond muffins are a tasty and nutritious treat. They're Paleo-friendly because they're made with almond flour and sweetened with honey.
#farmmarket #autumn #fall #apple #goodies #donuts #fallfeels
One Muffin After Another
Pippin Took x fem!reader
Trigger Warnings: use of she/her (?); fluff; use of y/n
A/N: I thought it might be fitting to write an autumn themed fic given it's the season. Plus I thought it'd be really cute to do one with Pippin in it. Apologies for it being on the short side.
"These smell so good! Are you sure I can't just have one?" Pippin looked at y/n with those big puppy dog eyes of his.
Y/n and him had spent yesterday afternoon gathering ingredients for pumpkin spice and apple crumble muffins. The two of them had promised to make them for an autumn festival the following day. Pippin wasn't the best baker, but he knew how much she loved it, so he always tried his best.
"No! You've already had about four of each behind my back," y/n shook her head as she stuck the fourth batch of apple crumble into the oven to start working on the fourth batch of pumpkin spice. "I don't hear or see you doing a lot of helping, Peregrine Took."
He got it all prepped and sorted, she was the one with the magic hands. He would check on the oven and wash the dishes, she would make them all look perfect. The time passed by slowly at one point and fast at another during the whole day. Y/n was content when the two of them were finally done. Pippin just had to keep his hands off of them till tomorrow.
An autumn breeze kicked off the festivities and Pippin couldn't stay away from y/n's muffins as she suspected. Having a good time was something that made him happy, but it was always happier with y/n to enjoy with him. There were other Hobbits in attendance who dug into some muffins as well [Pippin knew better than to eat the whole lot on everybody, not when he could help y/n make some any day, any time].
The End
Hopefully this turned out kinda cute. That was what I was trying to aim for, but I've been a little out of sorts with fic writing at the moment, so... almost like a writers block adjacent.
Muffin? 🧁
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one tough muffin !
La charogne. Receta de muffins de frambuesa y limón. Proyecto de gastrocultura, basado en el poema «La Charogne» de Baudelaire. Ilustración de una receta usando el género de las Vanidades. #baudelaire #vanite #vanity #bodegón #sonya7 #sony #light #muffins #raspberry #framboise https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs9HKLplC2m/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=434ijj69zots
Cranberry Muffins - Quick Bread Due to the inclusion of orange zest and orange juice, this cranberry muffin recipe yields a dozen delicious muffins with a light citrus flavor.
Homemade Red Currant Muffins Recipe
Baking Powder, Baking Soda, Granulated Sugar, Red Currants, Vanilla Extract, Egg, All-Purpose Flour, Milk, Vegetable Oil, Salt. These red currant muffins are a delicious way to enjoy the bright, tangy flavor of fresh red currants. Every bite is moist, tender, and bursting with juicy currants.
Muffins, chapter one
Perfection meets Perfectionist #4 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: continuing the chapter lessgooooooooo!! You know what is a funny fact about this? The reference to the queen dying was actually written before she passed away... #riplizzy Enjoy!
Chapter One, continued
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"And here I thought that wretched alarm clock was my worst enemy…" Etta thought as they fiddled with the clutch, peeking up the hill. Every man and their dog was up and about, Etta felt like an ant in the heavy packed line of traffic.
"Well, if you got up half an hour ago, you wouldn't be in this situation."
Etta rolled their eyes. "I can hear you smirk from here, February."
They heard her giggle, which softened their annoyed expression a bit. "They had your favourite muffin at the bakery today."
Etta almost slammed their foot onto the wrong pedal in shock, mouth agape and stared down at their phone. "What? "
The other end of the phone went silent for a second, Etta found it strange-- but then they realised she was trying her best to hold in laughter. "I was lonely, you know~ sitting by myself in the corner of the bakery. What is a girl to do in a store that sells rhubarb and thyme custard muffins?"
Etta's heart raced, they moved their jaw from side to side. "A nerdy girl like you would be trying to read every single book available in that store, you know, since it's a bakery AND a book store."
February tutted with pity from Etta's sulky tone. "You obviously don't know this nerdy girl then, because I practically have done that. So I got bored, the two remaining muffins on the top shelf did sound fantastic at that moment~"
The betrayal was too much, Etta groaned into the steering wheel.
"Revenge, darling, it's called revenge."
Etta mockingly worded February as the traffic started to ease up at their mercy. "The boss isn't going to like my excuse this time, maybe I should try and find my resume," Etta joked as they traced their skirt's pattern.
February paused for a moment, this time Etta knew it was serious. "You know… the boss and I are worried about you."
Etta furrowed their brows as they pulled into the right carpark. "Why, because I've been late twice?" It came off as snappy, which Etta didn't attend.
"Well… it's not just that, darling. You haven't been talking to anyone for weeks now. We didn't know you were behind on your project until last Tuesday."
Etta slammed their car door, instantly regretting the decision when the sound echoed through the empty carpark. 'I don't need the airbags to go off so my car can get written off, right now-- thanks me.'
"It wasn't intentional, I just don't like people-- you out of all people would understand that pet peeve of mine, February. And besides, this is a large project that I'm not even in charge of-"
February sighed while Etta pushed the elevator button with their carpet burned elbow. "But I- we just don't understand, you were excited for this project. You wanted to be involved with this project, then one day you turned up to work looking as if the queen died!"
Etta kicked at the wall, silent and weak as a drowning fish. February took the silence as a hint. "I'm sorry Mx Sallow, I am just concerned for your wellbeing at this time."
Etta heard a delayed echo, it's not coming from the phone-- they immediately straightened their back and tightened their tie. "Good morning, Sallow." Etta heard this twice, and reluctantly scrunched up their nose to prepare themself.
"Or should I say, good afternoon?" The elevator chanted its arrival as the shiny silver doors creaked open.
Etta softened their face into their customer service smile. "Good afternoon, Señor Gabriel."
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To be continued...