Moldy Rottenson ๐ŸŽƒ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐Ÿ”ฎ ๐Ÿฅง
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Moldy Rottenson ๐ŸŽƒ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐Ÿ”ฎ ๐Ÿฅง
@mollyrobison.bsky.social
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The most worried person you've ever met. Harmony Witch, but ultimately a failed musician. Orphan. Cook. Baker. She/Her. I prefer dogs to people. Body in small town Wisconsin, spirit in a cabin in a very remote forest.
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It is illegal to not do at least one cider recipe during spooky season, and I absolutely do make the rules in this regard.

This time around itโ€™s @smittenkitchen.bsky.socialโ€™s Apple Cider Doughnut Cake, because Deb can do no wrong. ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿฉ ๐Ÿฐ ๐Ÿ‚ ๐Ÿฝ๏ธ
I have rallied. (And by that I mean Iโ€™ve done extreme cosmetic surgery on the cake I split by attempting to move it when it was clearly still too warm).
My bake for work this week completely fell apart and Iโ€™m too tired to make another one and also wow Iโ€™m still so tired I need more time off and also probably a good cry.
Welp, if Sydney Sweeney is doing the intro for the World Series game tonight then frankly we deserve to lose.
NA pals - this is fuckinโ€™ delicious and honestly could also easily double as an NA whiskey replacement in a cocktail, somehow.
14th inning - Billy Joelโ€™s โ€œFor the Longest Timeโ€ ๐Ÿ˜‚
He plays the theme from Twin Peaks when there are 2 balls and 2 outs with two on base, for example. (Bonus points if itโ€™s in the second inning).
Figuring out why Dieter Ruehle, stadium organist for the Dodgers, is playing certain songs at certain times is one of my favorite games.
Tonight, so far, โ€œI am the Walrusโ€ by The Beatles when Edman was at bad (eggman=Edman ๐Ÿ˜‚).
Itโ€™s October, and 82% of everything I make is going to be pumpkin related. Hope yโ€™all are okay with that. ๐ŸŽƒ ๐Ÿฐ ๐Ÿฝ๏ธ

Behold: King Arthur Baking Companyโ€™s Pumpkin Espresso Bundt Cake. Thank fuck I have my momโ€™s (maybe grandmaโ€™s?) Bundt cake pan, because no way in hell I would ever think to purchase one.
I will have had a whopping five days off in October and let me tell you, I am feeling it really hard right now. Tired to the point that I feel slightly teary.
If they arenโ€™t they need to be and they should obviously be called gobbits
Right? Like, I suppose if I provided no information for where these recipes came from, I might understand their whining at me, butโ€ฆsurely it would be easier to google the title of the recipe I PUT IN THE POST than it would be to yell at me for not putting a link, right?
Also if you want a clear example of how fucking exhausted women are, I used to be nice. ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ
Proper title and source of the recipe is right there, guy. You have someone wipe your ass for you, too? ๐Ÿ˜‚
I was waiting for this person to block me ๐Ÿ˜‚
To clarify, it was some man whining at me โ€œwhyyyyy do you post pics of yummy things without a link to the recipeeeeโ€ as if Iโ€™m ruining their lives by existing online and forcing them to use a search engine with the information I have provided to them.
Iโ€™m gonna say this with my full chest: I get this comment a lot. I post the source and the title of the recipe in every. Single. Post.
If you canโ€™t search the internet, thatโ€™s on you, my brother.
The other bakes Iโ€™ve made that happened to be on @kingarthurbaking.bsky.socialโ€™s Best of Fall list, so far, have been a coincidence; this one was very intentional. ๐ŸŽƒ ๐Ÿฅง ๐Ÿฝ๏ธ

These are their Pumpkin Pie Bars for this weekโ€™s work treat.
<< having just eaten far too much at some kind of holiday dinner, glass of red wine in hand, holiday music playing, coffee brewing, dogs running around. It's like hygge but the SAFEST hygge and every year I miss it a little bit more.
There's a very specific feeling that I used to get around this time of year that I miss maybe more than any other feeling, and I'll never get it back because it's not possible.
I miss the feeling of being at my childhood home, with my extended family, slightly too warm, in front of the fireplace >>
We decidedly do not love shooting up at 5 AM out of a dead sleep, seemingly for no reason at all, feeling fully awake and slightly edgy.
Cracked my back so loud I heard it echo in the harbor ๐Ÿ‘
Four Midwesterners at a four-way stop, none exactly sure which stopped first, all too polite to make the first move. It was a hell of a standoff.