let the yoke fall from our shoulders, don't carry it all, don't carry it all!
So I am doing much better since my last entry. I had a minor epiphany about myself that will help me in the long run. Thank you, everyone, for the encouragement. So many tears were shed because of ya'll. ALL THE TEARS.
I'm plugging away at the Bakery AU, because it's a fun, relaxing fic to work on. Here's a small sample of the next chapter:
We were making tarts. Or, I was making tarts while Thomas watched and helped when I let him. Vanilla crusts were filled with a strawberry filling that I added just a bit of lemon rind to for a citrusy kick. It was married to the topping, a lemon meringue I'd had Thomas beat until the sugar integrated properly. Each tart got a heaping spoonful of meringue before I broke out the tiny pastry blowtorches.
Thomas' eyes lit up at the sight. Playing with fire in the kitchen was always fun, so I understood his excitement. "You're going to let me help?"
I flicked on each torch and handed one to him carefully. "Yeah. This is dead easy. You just heat the meringue until it browns, okay?" Showing him how to use the torch, I slid the pan of tarts closer. "I'm going to get the ones in the back. I got reach. You just take care of the ones close to you."
Thomas nodded eagerly, grinning. I watched him do one tart, stopping him when it was perfect. "Yeah, like that." Then I leaned over to get the back row. Between the two of us, we'd get the whole batch done in a few minutes.
Or, we could have.
I didn't require a uniform at my shop, because that was a little too Starbucks for my tastes. I like a casual atmosphere, forgoing a lot of the usual trappings of such an environment. No nametags, no matching shirts, no real code of conduct outside 'don't be an asshole to the customers.' Even that one had a caveat for Marcone; taking his ego down a few pegs was just one of the services Stars and Scones offered. Uniform-wise, the only thing I required was aprons, mostly for protection. Baking could get messy and the making coffee dealt with hot liquids. It was just good sense.
I'd had a lot of aprons over the years. My first after moving out of Justin's place had been from Goodwill, a faded piece of work with a missing pocket and obnoxious blue and yellow flowers. It'd been functional, which was all I really cared about at the time.
Later, I got more. I earned enough spare cash to buy some plain brown aprons. Then I started to get them from friends. I had a handmade quilted one with a heavy stars motif from Charity, and an Apron Of Power that proclaimed itself to give +10 to Craft: Cooking and +5 Fire Resistance from my tabletop group. Molly, knowing my love of Star Wars, picked me up one that said 'Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies.' I had a closet full of the things and it was sort of the de facto gift I was given around the holidays. That suited me fine.
The one I was wearing at the time was from my GM, Butters. It was navy blue with fancy stitched lettering that said, 'BAKING: It's Chemistry for hungry people.' It was a favorite of mine.
Thomas set it on fire.
It gets sillier from then on out. 8D Sooooo many shenanigans in store.
Student loans are coming in next month! I am tres excited. It'll help our financial situation a lot. And there should be about $200 left over after bills are paid. Whoo. I have, like, a list of shit I want to do.
So yeah. But for now: PoliSci homework and Bakery AU.
Also: Brew some tea. Silver sent me some AMAZING SAMPLES. I found a great blend: vanilla rooibos + Himalayan Splendor. Sweet with a bite. ♥
Just realized-- I should just take March 6 though 8 off work to play through Mass Effect 3. You think I'm kidding, but I'm really not. ME is important to me on a level I can't really explain.
Originally posted at DW. Comment here or there. DW comments:
I'm plugging away at the Bakery AU, because it's a fun, relaxing fic to work on. Here's a small sample of the next chapter:
We were making tarts. Or, I was making tarts while Thomas watched and helped when I let him. Vanilla crusts were filled with a strawberry filling that I added just a bit of lemon rind to for a citrusy kick. It was married to the topping, a lemon meringue I'd had Thomas beat until the sugar integrated properly. Each tart got a heaping spoonful of meringue before I broke out the tiny pastry blowtorches.
Thomas' eyes lit up at the sight. Playing with fire in the kitchen was always fun, so I understood his excitement. "You're going to let me help?"
I flicked on each torch and handed one to him carefully. "Yeah. This is dead easy. You just heat the meringue until it browns, okay?" Showing him how to use the torch, I slid the pan of tarts closer. "I'm going to get the ones in the back. I got reach. You just take care of the ones close to you."
Thomas nodded eagerly, grinning. I watched him do one tart, stopping him when it was perfect. "Yeah, like that." Then I leaned over to get the back row. Between the two of us, we'd get the whole batch done in a few minutes.
Or, we could have.
I didn't require a uniform at my shop, because that was a little too Starbucks for my tastes. I like a casual atmosphere, forgoing a lot of the usual trappings of such an environment. No nametags, no matching shirts, no real code of conduct outside 'don't be an asshole to the customers.' Even that one had a caveat for Marcone; taking his ego down a few pegs was just one of the services Stars and Scones offered. Uniform-wise, the only thing I required was aprons, mostly for protection. Baking could get messy and the making coffee dealt with hot liquids. It was just good sense.
I'd had a lot of aprons over the years. My first after moving out of Justin's place had been from Goodwill, a faded piece of work with a missing pocket and obnoxious blue and yellow flowers. It'd been functional, which was all I really cared about at the time.
Later, I got more. I earned enough spare cash to buy some plain brown aprons. Then I started to get them from friends. I had a handmade quilted one with a heavy stars motif from Charity, and an Apron Of Power that proclaimed itself to give +10 to Craft: Cooking and +5 Fire Resistance from my tabletop group. Molly, knowing my love of Star Wars, picked me up one that said 'Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies.' I had a closet full of the things and it was sort of the de facto gift I was given around the holidays. That suited me fine.
The one I was wearing at the time was from my GM, Butters. It was navy blue with fancy stitched lettering that said, 'BAKING: It's Chemistry for hungry people.' It was a favorite of mine.
Thomas set it on fire.
It gets sillier from then on out. 8D Sooooo many shenanigans in store.
Student loans are coming in next month! I am tres excited. It'll help our financial situation a lot. And there should be about $200 left over after bills are paid. Whoo. I have, like, a list of shit I want to do.
- Put aside a little money for Mass Effect 3, Saints Row 3, and Journey. Literally the only games I give a shit about this year. I haven't bought a game since Little Big Planet 2. Not a good year for gaming. But I am getting the Special Edition of ME3. Going to sell back a bunch of books and such to pay for part of it. FUN FACT: I don't buy new games. Everything I get is used. Except ME3. I am getting that fucker opening night.
- Oddly enough, I'm thinking about getting Minecraft. Maybe. It's only $20(?), but I still wish there was a demo. It seems fun but I'm unsure if I'd actually like it. But I wanna try. Maybe. I dunno. I REALLY LIKED MINECRAFT CLASSIC? But. $20.
- Buy some cloth and learn to sew! It may help me. I don't buy clothes because nothing fits my bust, but if I can sew, I can make shit that'll hold my massive boobs, thus solving the problem. And it's more indie cred to make your own clothes anyway, amirite?
So yeah. But for now: PoliSci homework and Bakery AU.
Also: Brew some tea. Silver sent me some AMAZING SAMPLES. I found a great blend: vanilla rooibos + Himalayan Splendor. Sweet with a bite. ♥
Just realized-- I should just take March 6 though 8 off work to play through Mass Effect 3. You think I'm kidding, but I'm really not. ME is important to me on a level I can't really explain.
Originally posted at DW. Comment here or there. DW comments: