That’s it, now you know everything.
This has probably been done already, but oh well. I love these gals, so I wanted to share my arcane knowledge.
dysfunctional family goes on a road trip = best description of Tsubasa ever
I am giving in and reblogging this one even though I think everyone in my flist who cares has seen it already, just because I still can’t believe it’s a post that mentions everything CLAMP /and/ pokes fun at them in a GOOD, NICE way, /and/ doesn’t shit on a single series of them
Do you ever have a moment when you just… really want to play CAH?
🔮🌿LAVENDER TEA BREAD🌿🔮
¾ cup milk
3 tablespoons finely chopped fresh lavender
6 tablespoons butter, softened
1 cup white sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
¼ teaspoon salt
½ cup milk
1 tablespoon dried lavender buds
1 cup confectioner’s sugar
Cake: Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Grease and flour a 9×5 inch loaf pan. Combine the milk and lavender in a small saucepan over medium heat. Heat to a simmer, then remove from heat, and allow to cool slightly. In a medium bowl, cream together the butter and sugar until smooth. Beat in the egg until the mixture is light and fluffy. Combine the flour, baking powder, and salt; stir into the creamed mixture alternately with the milk and lavender until just blended. Pour into the prepared pan. Bake for 50 minutes in the preheated oven, or until a wooden pick inserted into the crown of the loaf comes out clean. Cool in the pan on a wire rack.
Lavender Glaze: Place the milk in a saucepan over medium heat. When it starts to boil, take the pan off the heat and add the dried lavender buds. Let the mixture steep for 5-8 minutes, then strain the milk Whisk it into the sugar, a tablespoon at a time, until you get a smooth and opaque glaze. Pour or spoon over the cooled loaf.
When I was born, I got my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, both arms, and one of my ankles. Mom said there came a point when the doctor stopped delivering me and just started laughing. I mean, if I ever let being bad at something stop me, I wouldn’t be here. That thing some men call ‘failure,’ I call ‘living.’ ‘Breakfast.’ And I’m not leaving until I’ve cleaned out the buffet.
Bossuet, Book XXII (via
Concept: me, spending time with my closest friends. We’re all in the kitchen while I’m cooking dinner, my apartment is cozy and it smells delicious. It’s raining outside and we’re all laughing, with no stress.