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Yule logs just finished! Made one for my household and one for my grandparents.

They looks good but I think the sponge could have been better. It's very flat, but it tastes fine, so it shouldn't be a problem!!

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The Proto-mole Yule Log!

“The Expanse brings you a 1-hour long Yule Log with instrumental music to give you all the intergalactic, cozy feels for the holidays.”

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The King Is Dead

The Yule Log is ash now, its ancient work accomplished.

I kneel on the hearth and sift the ash with my fingers, seeking the last charred remnants.

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“No. No way. Over my dead body! Blaine, you can’t bring that thing in here!”

“It’s fine,” Blaine insisted, cutting off Kurt’s protests and turning his body sideways to attempt to push past him into the house. It was a wasted effort; Kurt blocked the doorway with an arm and a raised eyebrow that meant business, effectively trapping Blaine outside, bundled in a winter coat, boots, an ugly but sensible hat, and fashionable but unsensible gloves without fingers. “Come on, Kurt! It’ll be fun! You promised that we would start new holiday traditions when we moved into this house.”

“Yeah, traditions like hanging stockings over the fireplace and ringing in the new year with sex on the countertop,” said Kurt. “Not burning a disgusting, dirty tree that you just chopped down in the forest like some kind of ruffian.”

“Well, actually, your dad cut it down,” Blaine said, leaning against the side of the house to rest his aching arms. “And it’s only part of the tree. And it’s not dirty! It’s pine! It’s supposed to help us have a prosperous new year.”

“Look, I know you have a weird thing about yule logs, but⸺”

“It’s not a weird thing! I just happen to like the idea behind them. And besides, the pine smells lovely. Smell it!” He lifted the log settled in his arms toward his husband’s face, and Kurt stumbled backwards, horrified, into the house, allowing Blaine the space he needed to advance inside, log and all. He kicked the door shut behind them before Kurt could shove him out of the house again and clutched the log to his chest like he might lose it otherwise; with Kurt, there was a serious concern that it would be thrown out the window if he let it out of his grasp. “It smells amazing in here, by the way. Have you been baking?”

“That could have termites in it, you know,” Kurt said matter-of-factly, shaking his head in defeat as he wandered to the kitchen. He knew better than to let Blaine change the subject--if there was an argument left, Kurt would find it, and he wouldn’t rest until he had tried it. “If there are termites, you’re paying for the damages. And I am not touching that thing.”

Blaine trailed after him into the kitchen, still holding onto the log (he wasn’t sure when it would be safe to let it go), and sighed. “There are no termites in my yule log. Why is it such a big deal? I’m just trying to make our first Christmas in our new house really special, and you--oh, Kurt.”

From the doorway, he could see the results of Kurt’s holiday baking lined up on every available surface; the stovetop was cluttered with every variety of cookies imaginable, the countertops overflowed with pies and pastries, and the timer on the oven was still set for twenty minutes, one last treat baking inside. But what caught Blaine’s attention was the table in the center of the room, which Kurt had dragged out of the dining room for this occasion. It was brimming with three neatly ordered rows of identical cakes, only different if Blaine looked too close; here was one with a slightly burned inside, there was one where he hadn’t waited long enough to put frosting on and it had melted down the sides. There were nine of them in total, nine near-perfect cakes, and every one of them was in the shape of a yule log.

“I wanted to do something special for you this year,” Kurt said, smiling softly as he looked down at his creations. “And I knew you liked the idea behind it, and since I was baking anyway, I thought, ‘hey, it can’t be that hard, right?’ But none of them worked out like I wanted, and then you came home with a real log, and it was kind of pointless for me to⸺”

“They’re amazing,” Blaine said, stepping closer to the table so he could inspect them more closely. “You made all of these for me? Is this what you’ve been doing all day?”

Kurt shrugged, cheeks tinting pink as he folded his hands behind his back. “It wasn’t that hard,” he said, though obviously it had taken more time and effort than Blaine would ever know. “And I guess we can burn that thing, if you really have your heart set on it. The real thing is probably better than a dessert, anyway.”

“Oh, trust me, it’ll burn,” Blaine promised, grinning as he held out the log as if he was a child showing off a new toy. “And it will be glorious. But first⸺” he set the log on the floor and finished crossing the distance to Kurt, pressing their lips together in a brief but meaningful kiss⸺ “we are going to enjoy every last one of these. God, I love you! This is going to be such a great tradition, don’t you think?”

Kurt laughed and shook his head, though Blaine knew that his bad mood had already disappeared. Even when they disagreed, he could never stay mad for long. “Don’t get too attached.”

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