#bread witch

[spicyartinsp]

Royal Academy Students Supper 1889. Front page of menu.

[notasapleasure]

Irish coffee:

Georgian cheese bread:

Dutch fried dough:

Happy new year tumblr <3 love you all and throwing baked goods your way

[ashen-crest]

[ID: a photo of a watercolor done on handmade, textured paper. The watercolor is of three floating loaves of bread, with gold sparkles drawn around them. A Black hand floats above the hands, as if dropping the loaves, and a white hand with a pink scar on the palm floats below, as if to catch them. end ID]

New WIP: The Bread Witch (working title)

Cozy F/F Fantasy Romance Novel

Status: Brainstorming

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Maeve Fletcher is nothing if not a dedicated village witch.

When her villagers pine for their lovers, she makes them iced buns for love. When they start a farm, she makes them rye loaves for bounty. When they set off on a journey, she makes them sourdough for luck. So, when a traveling prince named Quentin asks for his fortune told through bread, she sets to baking. After all, the prince’s gold will keep her people fed through winter, and she is nothing if not a dedicated village witch.

But when Maeve’s loaf predicts danger and uncertainty for the prince’s diplomatic mission, Quentin panics and conscripts her into his retinue. He promises that if she tells his fortune every day, her village will see riches beyond their wildest dreams. Maeve agrees and finds herself traveling with a menagerie of oddballs—a dramatic prince obsessed with bad poetry, a kleptomaniac chef obsessed with spice, and a beautiful lady knight obsessed with annoying her. To make matters worse, the prince assigns the knight, Andi, to guard Maeve while she tells his precious fortunes.

After all the quirky couplets, ghost peppers, and spats with Andi, Maeve is ready to throw in the dishtowel and haul her sourdough starter back to her village. But right as she prepares to leave, Prince Quentin is kidnapped by bandits eager for a ransom. When Maeve and Andi realize Quentin’s family won’t pay the ransom, it’s up to them to save the prince before his mission is ruined—or before the bandits kill him mid-sonnet. Along the journey, the women uncover layers of mystery in magic, their pasts, and their potential future together.

Tagging the following folks because they were interested in this via a previous post: @antique-symbolism, @chayscribbles, @graciecreates​, and @pheita​!

[ashiwitch]

All I'm sayin.... is y'all witches ain't ready. I've been studying the art of making sourdough bread and I am ready to sabbat like a boss.

[moon-candles]

Bread is a witchy food

Have you ever thought about how witchy bread is? It includes all of the 4 elements: Earth (Wheat), Air (the air pockets that form), Fire (the stove), water (water). Also bread is magically doubling in size and rising! It is also an ancient food that has been in multiple cultures for hundreds and thousands of years. It can be made so many different ways and you can add herbs as well to make it with more magical meaning! I feel very witchy when kneading handmade bread (so much better than store-bought). 

[notasapleasure]

I saw the post this morning reminding me about sweet fat of the hog Tuesday. And given I'd been thinking of it since last week because husband mentioned Polish Fat Thursday and donuts, and given that I'm too depressed to function more than sporadically right now, I jumped on the impulse to Bake

Cheesy garlicky kefir dough dumplings and veggie slow cooker stew

Packzy (I didn't have a piping bag that could do the job, so the jam just got spooned)

Happy sweet fat of the hog Tuesday, whatever else you're celebrating!

[notasapleasure]

*bangs gong* moots! Assorted followers! Come eat!

Chocolate chilli puff puff, who wants some?

[ashen-crest]

I know I won’t be able to work on it in earnest until I get through more of The Spirit Well and the next Rival Most Vial book, buttt…does anyone want to hear about my f/f cozy fantasy romance about a bread witch, a reckless knight, and a hypochondriac ace prince who recites poetry?