Cakes Instagram Quotes

I go to one of my favorite Instagram profiles, the.korean.vegan, and I watch her last video, in which she makes peach-topped tteok. The Korean vegan, Joanne, cooks while talking about various things in her life. As she splits open a peach, she explains why she gave up meat. As she adds lemon juice, brown sugar, nutmeg, a pinch of salt, cinnamon, almond extract, maple syrup, then vegan butter and vegan milk and sifted almond and rice flour, she talks about how she worried about whitewashing her diet, about denying herself a fundamental part of her culture, and then about how others don't see her as authentically Korean since she is a vegan. I watch other videos by Joanne, soothed by her voice into feeling human myself, and into craving the experiences of love she talks of and the food she cooks as she does. I go to another profile, and watch a person's hands delicately handle little knots of shirataki noodles and wash them in cold water, before placing them in a clear oden soup that is already filled with stock-boiled eggs, daikon, and pure white triangles of hanpen. Next, they place a cube of rice cake in a little deep-fried tofu pouch, and seal the pouch with a toothpick so it looks like a tiny drawstring bag; they place the bag in with the other ingredients. "Every winter my mum made this dish for me," a voice says over the video, "just like how every winter my grandma made it for my mum when she was a child." The person in the video is half Japanese like me, and her name is Mei; she appears on the screen, rosy cheeked, chopsticks in her hand, and sits down with her dish and eats it, facing the camera. Food means so much in Japan. Soya beans thrown out of temples in February to tempt out demons before the coming of spring bring the eater prosperity and luck; sushi rolls eaten facing a specific direction decided each year bring luck and fortune to the eater; soba noodles consumed at New Year help time progress, connecting one year to the next; when the noodles snap, the eater can move on from bad events from the last year. In China too, long noodles consumed at New Year grant the eater a long life. In Korea, when rice-cake soup is eaten at New Year, every Korean ages a year, together, in unison. All these things feel crucial to East Asian identity, no matter which country you are from.

She moves deftly and quietly through misogyny. In recent years her voice has become more pervasive, more intriguing. She has been too easily labelled and stuffed back down, she is careful not to wear a sticker defending herself. She rose lately as ‘feminist’, but that was torn away from her, made distasteful, attacked and vilified. So now she is creeping in simply as female, as feminine, as a billion different women pursuing a million different injustices. She is at every corner; she is calling us out. She isn’t yelling. She is writing, singing, tweeting and sharing. She is meeting with other females, over cake, in meditation, with coffee and babies, with tea and trumpets. She is coaxing the males into their better power, requesting that they see, do and be better. She is recreating the earth in personal, unique and subtle ways. So small these steps she takes that one day we will turn around and say, ‘We women did that... We snuck our lives onto the agenda without it being noticed. We tore down the patriarchy one sentence at a time, one text, one status update, one outfit, one hairy armpit, one truth, one smile, one grimace, one Instagram post at a time.’ She does not go head to head with The Emperor. That failed. She cannot win at his game.

I want to take ten gazillion photos and put them on Instagram, since I'm proud of myself for baking and decorating this cake when I was horny as fuck." "Did you just say...?" "Did I just say what, Lindsay?" He wanted her to repeat his words, damn him. "That you're horny as fuck?" she said. "Might have done," he said innocently, as he started removing his clothes. No, his apron. He was only removing his apron. She did the same and hung it on a peg, bumping into him in the process. An accident. She hadn't done that on purpose. But then she was in his arms again, and he was kissing her, and God, why was he so good at this? His hands slipped beneath her T-shirt, touching her skin above the waistband of her jeans. It was enough to nearly make her combust, and at the same time, it frustrated her. She wrapped a leg around him and tried to climb him like a tree. He laughed softly, in a way that made her insides turn into runny strawberry filling

you truly don’t have to wait until a special occasion to do anything, so go on & put the holiday tree up in august. stay up till dawn making that instagram-worthy cake. wear those glistening green heels. sprinkle cinnamon on absolutely everything. & before you can make excuses—who cares what other people may think or say? —it’s time you embraced what gives you joy

Cannelés," Rosie said. Little cakes with a dark, caramelized exterior. They had the shininess of a perfectly glazed donut, and even though Rosie had never had one- you had to have a special pan to make them, a cannelé mold- she knew the inside was supposed to be like custard. "Exactement!" Chef Petit said proudly. "You have had before?" "No," Rosie said, at exactly the same time Bodie said, "Yeah, of course. With Dominique Ansel." Good gravy. Of course Bodie was running around eating cannelés with the man who invented the Cronut. His real life was her Instagram feed. "Please, try." He shook the basket at them. Rosie grabbed one eagerly- it was warm, but not hot. "Cannelés are from Bordeaux, not Paris, but I thought, why not try?" Rosie bit into hers and felt the slight crispness from the caramelized sugar on the exterior give way to a soft interior that was, yes, almost exactly like custard. She could taste vanilla- real vanilla, she had no doubt she'd seen flecks of vanilla beans- and the richness of eggs and milk, and oh, it was just so much better than she'd expected it to be. The contrast between inside and outside was unreal, like a magic trick- a pastry with a secret.

Mom sends me another text with pictures of cakes she found on Pinterest for a gender reveal party. “How do you feel about having a gender reveal party?” Iask. “What is that?” Archer gets up to make a pot of coffee. “Basically a party announcing if the baby is a boy or girl. You don’t tell anyone until the end, and you pop a balloon with pink or blue confetti in it or something.” “And it’s a thing people donow?” “Yeah. If you have a halfway decent Instagram following and you don’t do one, people will wonder what’s wrong withyou.” Archer chuckles. “I don’t really care either way. Any excuse to have a party is good in my book. Do you want to haveone?” “I know they’re a little lame, but yeah.” I bite my lip, looking at the photos my mom sent. I haven’t told anyone besides my family and Marissa about the baby. I’m a modern woman with a successful job, and shouldn’t worry about people judging me over having a baby when I’m not married. But I do, just abit. “Then let’s doit.” Archer’s words make me smile. “My mom is going to go crazy over this. She wants to know where to have the party?” It’s a simple question, but I know it raises the same concerns to Archer too. He turns on the coffee maker and comes back to the table. “If you’re going to take impressive Instagram pictures, your parents’ farm has the perfect setting.” “I’m glad you have your priorities in check.” He nods. “I gotcha, babe. We’ll make sure to have everything posed perfectly. I’ll even take pictures of all my food before I eat it. Actually, we could invest in some of that realistic-looking fake food. I hear it photographs better.” I look at Archer, a big smile on my face. He makes it so easy tofall. “Good idea. Anything for the likes.” “Exactly. The number of likes is a direct correlation to how loved this baby is. We really have to step itup.

You don't ever really see that person binge-eating cake, stewing over a nasty comment (or ten) someone left on their Instagram page, fighting with her boyfriend or crying herself to sleep. You only see the staged snapshots of moments intended to create an illusion of perfection. But we're really not that different. Just because you don't see those moments of struggle doesn't mean they don't happen.

Buy LinkedIn Accounts Since we are now living in a digital world, having good credence online is critically important to ensure productivity at the workplace. Linkedin is a well-known professional networking site which provides a vast potential for career advancement and business opportunities. With the desire of elevating your profile and opening up new opportunities for you, then you have to Buy LinkedIn accounts and this may be the right thing you need to do. LinkedIn accounts for sale LinkedIn accounts for sale is a strategy that could transform the career of any professional as it helps in the enhancement of one’s or organization’s online presence and growth of other professional networks. Actually, using purchased account, there is the opportunity to open the new perspectives, provide yourself credibility and increase your impact on the users of this platform. ORDER NOW : ➤ Email: smmusit.co@gmail.com ➤ WhatsApp: +1 (343) 308-7140 ➤ Telegram: @SMMUSIT ➤ Instagram: @SMMUSIT What is LinkedIn? It is a social marketing, professional and a resident personal advertising site to secure a job or introduce oneself to the market. It is an excellent management and professional connection service in the world, consisting of millions of users accounting for millions. It creates social interaction since an individual is able to link up with fellow students, professionals In the area of interest, employers among others. Which is different from other social media applications because LinkedIn mainly revolves around career and business connections. Resume builders post an outline of their past experience, skills, and education, which is essentially a brief on their professional background. LinkedIn is an online database or professional resume that helps create a reputation for oneself and gain credibility in a chosen focus area. It had become such a significant resource for anyone that is searching for new opportunities in their career path. So, Buy LinkedIn accounts today to get these, and other useful advanced features offered by the platform. Why you should choose SMMUSIT to buy verified LinkedIn accounts? And so, judging by the best place to get these numerous verified LinkedIn accounts, SMMUSIT takes the cake. We ensure that all accounts pass through a rigorous approval process and are cultivated in accordance with your business interests. Working with the company SMMUSIT is working with professionals who really know their job and ensure success. The fact that they provided me with such a service is very straightforward and as fast as purchasing a verified LinkedIn account. We will make sure that you are delivering a quality account which can be useful for promotion of you or your businesses online profile. SMMUSIT will be enthusiastic about the realization of one key factor in the organization, namely that of the value of customers. Is it Safe to Buy LinkedIn Accounts? Yes, it is secure to Order LinkedIn Accounts from a trusted service supplier like SMMUSIT. Accurate and reliable account information is purchased as they are first, from genuine users and then, aged. How soon can one get the LinkedIn account? Further, after your payment confirmation, the account details will be forwarded to you within the stipulated period, which is within 24-48 Hours. Is it possible to make changes involving personal LinkedIn account? Yes, you are free to configure the LinkedIn account to your own taste. Our team can also help you in the best way of presenting your profile with the best effect. What kind of payment options do you use? We also accept payment through credit/debit cards, PayPal and through any other form of payment methods that are secure enough. We, of course, would like to know if you have customer support at the moment? Yes, we provide live and round-the-clock support, meaning you can reach out to us any moment you have a question or problem that needs fixing.