#baking boys

[starpillowww]

Elias Lindholm and Jacob Markström baking "lussebullar" Swedish Christmas saffron bunns.

This is from Elias girlfriend Annica's insta story.

[bettybattaglia]

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[thebardisabird]

For my birthday, I’d like to share some headcanons with you all! So let’s think about...how the Matsus make you a birthday treat!

When Osomatsu invites you over, he covers your eyes as soon as you walk in the door. When you finally get to open them, you’re delighted to the sight of an elegant white cake! It’s decorated with some precision white shavings of white chocolate. When you cut a piece, the inside is brilliant red velvet that leaves your mouth watering. It’s perfect...almost a little too perfect. You give him a look, and he rubs his nose knowing he’s been caught - but his chuckle accompanied by the arm that slings itself around you in embrace is enough to make you laugh right with him.

Karamatsu actually makes his from scratch. You know him to be a halfway decent baker, so the excitement really hits when he tells you he’s baked something special for your birthday. Upon your arrival, you’re treated to soft guitar playing you into living room. A familiar sultry voice sings Happy Birthday as you get a good look at his creation. Not only is it a soft blue hue, but it’s gorgeous! There’s golden flakes sprinkled on the side and roses made of sugar neatly placed around the cake. Each slice tastes of coconut cream and the plesantness of its buttery taste makes you instantly smile. However what really makes you blush is Karamatsu’s lips licking a hint of frosting from your fingertips. That, and him proudly exclaiming that next year he will attempt to put himself in your birthday cake.

One to be a little more careful, Choromatsu decides to watch a tutorial instead! When he’s finally done, he invites you over, a little pride in his step from his creation. You enter the room to see a medium size chocolate confection at the table. It’s rustic in frosting style with its jagged edges and smeared lines, but it smells absolutely heavenly. Getting your slice is even better than you expected! Rich cocoa and a subtle taste of vanilla and caramel to accompany it. You look at Choromatsu with some shock and he beams with satisfaction - but not before giving you a gentle kiss on your temple.

Ichimatsu prefers a different approach. Rather than stressing and making a giant cake, he opts to make cupcakes. Ube flavored no less! Your eyes glitter when you finally get to see them: french vanilla whipped cream tops the smaller treats, decorated with hearts, candles, and chocolate cat shaped candies. He’s extremely nervous when you take one, grumbling that they’re probably disgusting and that you honestly shouldn’t eat them - but you silence his depreciation with a kiss to the cheek. They’re delicious! Ichimatsu melts into a lovesick puddle, happy he could make something yummy for you on your birthday.

The giggle that leaves you isn’t meant to offend. But you couldn’t help it seeing your boyfriend covered from head to toe in several ingredients only to have made pudding. A delicious caramel pudding jiggled in the plate in front of you. One scoop. As soon at your tongue touched the confection you squealed in delight. It was super sweet! The caramel and the custard blended delectably on your tastebuds. Jyushimatsu’s smile grew a tad wider, ignoring the egg shell slid down his face.

Todomatsu is actually quite sharp with his baking skills! However, he also chooses not to bake you a cake. Proclaiming that cakes are “so last year”, you find on the table a glistening strawberry cheesecake instead. The jam marbling and fresh fruit to top it looked picture perfect - a beautiful sight to combat Todomatsu’s smug look. He cuts you a slice, and breaks a piece off to feed it to you. It’s a tad embarassing (and he comments on your pinkened cheeks) but you take the bite. It’s tasty times ten; a sentiment Todomatsu was expecting, but was thankful to hear nonetheless. He squeezes you tight in a hug, happy to have made you happy. You move to take another bite, but are stopped by a hand with a phone it. You’re told you can have another bite as long as you promise to put it on Instagram.

[fromofandfor]

Betcha David starts baking in quarantine. Easy stuff to start, following simple youtube tutorials, getting great at cupcakes and the cookie recipes Marcy sends their way. He leaves bread to Patrick; he's ambitious, but he's not an idiot. The internet has told him what sourdough takes to make, and no thank you. He'll pass.

But.

He imagines what it would be like to finish dinner, slip away from the table, and present his husband with a fresh-baked pie for dessert. That he made himself. Soft and tender and flaky, kind of like him. Kind of like the parts of him only Patrick gets to see.

The thought thrills him. So one day, he tries.

The first time David bakes a pie he loses his mind when he gets to instructions that includes the word 'fold'. In his melodrama, he accidentally knocks more flour into the bowl than necessary, and at the pathetic yet adorable sounds of his distress, Patrick moves in to help, wrapping his arms around David from behind, kissing his neck and whispering that its ok, they can make two pies now, not one. David comments about the flour exploding onto his sweater and, sliding his clean fingers into Davids messy ones, Patrick jokes that he could just take it off, but David chides him bc chest hair near pie is incorrect.

Patrick tells him he'll remember that next time David wants pie in bed, and the banter continues, Patrick moving Davids hands towards the bowl, helping him make the crust in their own little Ghost movie moment. David makes a comment about Patrick being hotter than Swayze and it's not long before the crust is forgotten completely, fingers trailing flour and butter across forearms as they make their way toward the shower so they can get a sexy kind of messy instead. David completely forgets he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown at all, and from then on, all pies are made with his husbands strong and firm hands helping him bake and his husbands strong and firm heart holding him safe.