Baking Up Some Love

Why, hello there! Welcome to Arthur's Bakery! Do sit down - here's our little menu - take your time, there's no rush! Do relax and enjoy yourself! [AU Baker!2p Arthur RP blog] [Sidebar art by ask-2p-england]

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Raspberry Pistachio Cheesecake

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The bike in the cloister, Salisbury Cathedral, England (by MarcelGermain).

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Traditional Battenburg Cake Tutorial

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German Chocolate Cupcakes recipe :)

Total Time: 1 hr 50 min Prep: 1 hr 0 min Inactive: 10 min Cook: 40 min Yield: 14 to 15 cupcakes Level: Easy Ingredients:

12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature 2/3 cup granulated sugar 2/3 cup light brown sugar, lightly packed 2 extra-large eggs, at room temperature 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract 1 cup buttermilk, shaken, at room temperature 1/2 cup sour cream, at room temperature 2 tablespoons freshly brewed coffee 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour 1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder, such as Pernigotti 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

Coconut Frosting:

12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter 1 (12-ounce) can evaporated milk 1 1/4 cups light brown sugar, lightly packed 4 extra-large egg yolks 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract 1/2 teaspoon pure almond extract 2 cups sweetened flaked coconut 1 cup blanched sliced almonds, toasted 1 cup chopped pecans 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt

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10 Interesting Facts about England

Fact 1: The first public theater built in England was called The Theatre. Fact 2: Beef is one of England’s biggest exports. Fact 3: British police do not carry guns except in emergencies. Fact 4: The treasures contained in the British Museum span two million years of world civilization. Fact 5: An Englishman drinks more tea than any person of any other nation. Fact 6: In Chester you can only shoot a Welsh person with a bow and arrow inside the city walls and after midnight. Fact 7: A law says that any boy under the age of 10 may not see a naked mannequin. Fact 8: London is the world's largest financial centre. Fact 9: Windsor castle is the oldest and largest royal residence in the world still in use. Fact 10: French was the official language of England from 1066 to 1362.

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Sunday Walks [Open RP]

Sunday was the day of rest. Arthur stuck to that rule - no, that tradition - ever since he had opened his bakery. So it stood to custom that he closed his doors to the public the previous evening, and let them remain thus on this restful day. 

In order to enjoy his Sunday to the utmost, Arthur decided to take a long, leisurely walk across the South Downs. It was a mild, bright day; perfect for walking. 

Passing fields of grazing sheep and delighting in the tranquility of his country surroundings, he thought it would be nicer still if he had some company. Someone to chat to, to admire the beauty of the fields, flowers and, eventually, the famous chalk cliffs on the coast.

Arthur smiled. Ah well, it was still a nice walk, company or no…

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France: Oh, Arthur! I thought I would run into you at some point, mon ami. How has your day gone? *grins widely, his hands shoved in his jean pockets* 

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Arthur stopped at the sound of his name, turned to look at who had called him. He stared at the man approaching him with a blank expression. Did he know him? And vice versa? He didn’t recall. Nothing about the man jogged any memory whatsoever. The man—clearly French—must have got confused.

Smiling, rather apologetically, he said: “Sorry, you must be mistaking me for someone else! Though my name is Arthur—isn’t that funny?”

What a strange coincidence!

“But regardless, my day’s gone very well so far—lovely weather, perfect for a stroll, wouldn’t you say? Fancy joining me—sorry, clean forgot my manners, what’s your name?”

Ah, he was babbling again. Nasty habit - but his eagerness to please made it impossible to curb it. Hopefully the Frenchman, whoever he was, didn’t mind.

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France: *stops and stares briefly before catching himself, muttering* Mais, il est mon Angleterre… Je le jure… *shakes his head and grins* It seems I was mistaken, non? I would love to join you anyway, if you wouldn’t mind. You can call me Francis.

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Arthur’s competent knowledge of French allowed him to comprehend the other’s words, and he was absolutely befuddled by them. The Frenchman seemed a nice, sane sort of bloke, but…hmm, still a bit odd.

Nevertheless, pretending he hadn’t heard a single thing, Arthur smiled brightly. 

“Rather - but of course, the more the merrier! Delighted to meet you, Francis, I’m Arthur Kirkland!” he said in his usual cheery tone, holding out a hand in greeting. As they began walking together, he asked: “So, whereabouts in France do you live? I’m from Arundel, an obscure town about an hour from here. It’s a very quaint little place, though, very pretty indeed. I’d never even think of leaving it, myself. I suppose I’m a ‘home boy’! All my brothers have moved elsewhere, while I stayed put. Funny isn’t it? I’m just too attached to the place to leave.”

Arthur was so pleased to have company that it didn’t even cross his mind that he was babbling again. It was such a beautiful day and his spirits were positively sky-high now.

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France: *he chuckles and gladly shakes Arthur’s hand, and watches Arthur ramble on* Oh, I never stay put in one city for very long… I believe I’ve lived in just about every city, though I frequent Paris most often thanks to my work. I… *shakes his head* forgive me, s’il vous plait, you remind me very much of an old friend, though I can hardly get him to be so jovial towards me as you are. No matter, non? Tell me, Arthur, what is it you do?

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“Really?” Arthur said, impressed. “Wow - sounds very exciting! Are you perhaps a travelling salesman? My father is one, you see, and as such he’s all over England and everywhere else except home most of the time!” He chuckled.

He waved a dismissive hand at the Frenchman’s apology.

“Oh, no need to apologise, it happens to everyone!” he said cheerfully. “But you’re right, never-mind! And oh, I’m a pastry chef! A baker specialising in desserts and pastries and such, as you probably guessed! Nothing to write home about, though!” he added, giggling a bit, as was another of his rather childish habits.

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France: *grins as he brushes a strand of hair from his face* A traveling salesman? Non, I cannot say that I am, but I’ve met some very nice ones over the years. Perhaps I’ve even run into your father? Ah, who can say. *a look of surprise and concern flashes across his face upon hearing Arthur’s profession, but quickly hides it with a look of interest* I can appreciate a man who cooks, mon ami. Do you have a shop in town? I’d like to visit sometime. Are you… Erm… What is you’re best at?

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“I see! Ha ha, maybe you have!” he said, laughing lightly. “It’s a small world, as they say! And perhaps you have—I’m his spitting image, as many tell me.”

Arthur was pleased to be asked about his work—it was a source of both pride and pleasure, though more the latter.

“Well, I don’t like to boast, but I’d say I was most skilled with cupcakes. Simple little things, but ever so fun to make and make unique in their own special ways! They allow for so much creativity that other cakes and pastries do not even compare, lovely as they are. Do forgive me, I’m going on again, but I do love my work, you see. I don’t even see it as work much of the time. I enjoy it too much for that.”

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France: *a look of panic flickers across his face, quickly smothered. He mutters to himself* Angleterre would have said something, non? *he catches himself, and smiles once again, though the mild confusion still there under the surface* Do not apologize for something you love, Arthur. I’d like to hear more of this bakery of yours, s’il vous plait. A few friends of mine have a rather strong sweet tooth, and I’d like to get something for them before I leave the country. *softly* Though, I wonder where mon Angleterre could be; I was supposed to meet with him…

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“Oh - of course! My bakery is in Arundel, right…” Fumbling in his pocket, he produced a folded square which, unfolded, turned out to be a map of the south-east, which he always had on him when out on his customary walks and pointed out the town, [“Here!”] tracing the route from their current whereabouts. “I could write the directions down for you if you’d like,” he offered, procuring a pen and paper from the inside pocket of his jacket. Arthur was rather prone to writing little poems on his days out by himself. Inspiration came to him through his natural surroundings at rather random times, so he always made sure to prepare for them thus.

He was delighted at the prospect of new customers.

“Wonderful! They are more than welcome to pop in anytime! I’m open from seven o’clock in the morning to seven in the evening!”

Arthur noticed that the Frenchman’s mind seemed occupied with something—or someone—else, and he gave him a curious look.

“Francis? Is everything alright?”

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France: Oui, I would love directions. I’ll make sure to let them know about your store. *he sighs, smiling softly, but a look of surprise crosses his face when Arthur asks what is bothering him* Hm? Ah… I suppose I can’t say much, but you remind me so dearly of a… an old companion of mine. He’s nowhere near as cheerful, but I can always count on him. I was actually looking for him when I found you. But, no matter. Do you usually carry around writing tools? *no matter how much he likes this Arthur, Francis knows he shouldn’t reveal the existence of the nations to any common civilian*

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Arthur smiled broadly.

"Of course!" Producing a folded piece of lined paper (for which to write his inspired ideas down on) and his pen, he began to carefully write down directions, and also give a demonstrative map of the route, before handing it to the Frenchman. "There we are, I hope it's clear!"

His smile softened in sympathy when he heard about Francis's errant friend.

"Ah, that's a shame--he must have got held up, the traffic is always a big headache, especially on nice days! Too few of them, that's the trouble. Oh well--I'm sure you'll find each other!"

Changing the subject on an optimistic note, as was usual, Arthur looked at the pen he held and chuckled.

"Heh...you could say that. I like writing poems, you see, and I get inspiration at very bizarre moments, so carrying a pen and a bit of paper is necessary!"

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Sunday Walks [Open RP]

Sunday was the day of rest. Arthur stuck to that rule - no, that tradition - ever since he had opened his bakery. So it stood to custom that he closed his doors to the public the previous evening, and let them remain thus on this restful day. 

In order to enjoy his Sunday to the utmost, Arthur decided to take a long, leisurely walk across the South Downs. It was a mild, bright day; perfect for walking. 

Passing fields of grazing sheep and delighting in the tranquility of his country surroundings, he thought it would be nicer still if he had some company. Someone to chat to, to admire the beauty of the fields, flowers and, eventually, the famous chalk cliffs on the coast.

Arthur smiled. Ah well, it was still a nice walk, company or no…

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France: Oh, Arthur! I thought I would run into you at some point, mon ami. How has your day gone? *grins widely, his hands shoved in his jean pockets* 

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Arthur stopped at the sound of his name, turned to look at who had called him. He stared at the man approaching him with a blank expression. Did he know him? And vice versa? He didn’t recall. Nothing about the man jogged any memory whatsoever. The man—clearly French—must have got confused.

Smiling, rather apologetically, he said: “Sorry, you must be mistaking me for someone else! Though my name is Arthur—isn’t that funny?”

What a strange coincidence!

“But regardless, my day’s gone very well so far—lovely weather, perfect for a stroll, wouldn’t you say? Fancy joining me—sorry, clean forgot my manners, what’s your name?”

Ah, he was babbling again. Nasty habit - but his eagerness to please made it impossible to curb it. Hopefully the Frenchman, whoever he was, didn’t mind.

[ask-thebadfriendstrio]

France: *stops and stares briefly before catching himself, muttering* Mais, il est mon Angleterre… Je le jure… *shakes his head and grins* It seems I was mistaken, non? I would love to join you anyway, if you wouldn’t mind. You can call me Francis.

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Arthur’s competent knowledge of French allowed him to comprehend the other’s words, and he was absolutely befuddled by them. The Frenchman seemed a nice, sane sort of bloke, but…hmm, still a bit odd.

Nevertheless, pretending he hadn’t heard a single thing, Arthur smiled brightly. 

“Rather - but of course, the more the merrier! Delighted to meet you, Francis, I’m Arthur Kirkland!” he said in his usual cheery tone, holding out a hand in greeting. As they began walking together, he asked: “So, whereabouts in France do you live? I’m from Arundel, an obscure town about an hour from here. It’s a very quaint little place, though, very pretty indeed. I’d never even think of leaving it, myself. I suppose I’m a ‘home boy’! All my brothers have moved elsewhere, while I stayed put. Funny isn’t it? I’m just too attached to the place to leave.”

Arthur was so pleased to have company that it didn’t even cross his mind that he was babbling again. It was such a beautiful day and his spirits were positively sky-high now.

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France: *he chuckles and gladly shakes Arthur’s hand, and watches Arthur ramble on* Oh, I never stay put in one city for very long… I believe I’ve lived in just about every city, though I frequent Paris most often thanks to my work. I… *shakes his head* forgive me, s’il vous plait, you remind me very much of an old friend, though I can hardly get him to be so jovial towards me as you are. No matter, non? Tell me, Arthur, what is it you do?

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“Really?” Arthur said, impressed. “Wow - sounds very exciting! Are you perhaps a travelling salesman? My father is one, you see, and as such he’s all over England and everywhere else except home most of the time!” He chuckled.

He waved a dismissive hand at the Frenchman’s apology.

“Oh, no need to apologise, it happens to everyone!” he said cheerfully. “But you’re right, never-mind! And oh, I’m a pastry chef! A baker specialising in desserts and pastries and such, as you probably guessed! Nothing to write home about, though!” he added, giggling a bit, as was another of his rather childish habits.

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France: *grins as he brushes a strand of hair from his face* A traveling salesman? Non, I cannot say that I am, but I’ve met some very nice ones over the years. Perhaps I’ve even run into your father? Ah, who can say. *a look of surprise and concern flashes across his face upon hearing Arthur’s profession, but quickly hides it with a look of interest* I can appreciate a man who cooks, mon ami. Do you have a shop in town? I’d like to visit sometime. Are you… Erm… What is you’re best at?

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“I see! Ha ha, maybe you have!” he said, laughing lightly. “It’s a small world, as they say! And perhaps you have—I’m his spitting image, as many tell me.”

Arthur was pleased to be asked about his work—it was a source of both pride and pleasure, though more the latter.

“Well, I don’t like to boast, but I’d say I was most skilled with cupcakes. Simple little things, but ever so fun to make and make unique in their own special ways! They allow for so much creativity that other cakes and pastries do not even compare, lovely as they are. Do forgive me, I’m going on again, but I do love my work, you see. I don’t even see it as work much of the time. I enjoy it too much for that.”

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France: *a look of panic flickers across his face, quickly smothered. He mutters to himself* Angleterre would have said something, non? *he catches himself, and smiles once again, though the mild confusion still there under the surface* Do not apologize for something you love, Arthur. I’d like to hear more of this bakery of yours, s’il vous plait. A few friends of mine have a rather strong sweet tooth, and I’d like to get something for them before I leave the country. *softly* Though, I wonder where mon Angleterre could be; I was supposed to meet with him…

[bakingupsomelove]

"Oh - of course! My bakery is in Arundel, right..." Fumbling in his pocket, he produced a folded square which, unfolded, turned out to be a map of the south-east, which he always had on him when out on his customary walks and pointed out the town, ["Here!"] tracing the route from their current whereabouts. "I could write the directions down for you if you'd like," he offered, procuring a pen and paper from the inside pocket of his jacket. Arthur was rather prone to writing little poems on his days out by himself. Inspiration came to him through his natural surroundings at rather random times, so he always made sure to prepare for them thus.

He was delighted at the prospect of new customers.

"Wonderful! They are more than welcome to pop in anytime! I'm open from seven o'clock in the morning to seven in the evening!"

Arthur noticed that the Frenchman's mind seemed occupied with something--or someone--else, and he gave him a curious look.

"Francis? Is everything alright?"