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[resonant]

marinarusalka: I'm just glad I'm not the only one who's ever had visions of Snape baking. I think it's his shameful secret hobby. Only Dumbledore knows, and he'll never tell, 'cause then Snape won't make his birthday cake anymore.

Res: Picturing Snape licking frosting off his fingers and murmuring, "Hm. Perhaps a drop of almond extract ..."

marinarusalka: And making little marzipan phoenixes to go on top of the cake...

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[luthien.livejournal.com]

Of course he bakes. He'd be great with anything requiring careful preparing and combining - and the instinct for knowing just how much to add without its being too much. And there's something very soothing about mixing batter by hand - just right for recovering from a day filled with revolting little brats who don't heed instructions, or an evening spent dealing with the latest batch of dark lord minions...

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

the instinct for knowing just how much to add without its being too much.

Now, see, now I'm thinking sauces. Students arrive in the Potions classroom and find a bushel basket of plum tomatoes, a pile of fresh basil, a flask of olive oil ...

[tradescant.livejournal.com]

I always imagined that Snape was...maybe not necessarily a furtive cook, because at school he'd have to battle the house elves for kitchen space (but then again, I can imagine him whipping things up in his potions laboratory, like Mrs. Murry in A Wrinkle in Time), but the sort of food person who can take a bite of something and tell you exactly what's in it, and then go home and duplicate the recipe without batting an eyelash.

Which in itself is a kind of magic, as far as I'm concerned.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

There might be a story in someone making repeated, failed attempts to poison him.

[mz-bstone.livejournal.com]

Harry, still in his pyjamas and sleep-rumpled, leaned against Snape, burying his face deeply against his neck. He sniffed happily at Snape's hair, even as his hands slid down over his body. "Mmmmm. Vanilla. Almond. Creme of Tartar. Sugar cookies?"

Snape let drop the cloth that he was using to wipe the marble rolling-slab clean, twisted slightly amd peered down into hopeful green eyes and a slow, sensual smile. His own mouth curved slightly, fractionally, the merest hint of amusement. "Only if you're very, very good, Mr. Potter," he said softly, long fingers tracing over that warm, knowing grin.

Harry leaned in, sucked the taste of sweet and salt from Snape's throat, his jaw, the corner of his mouth before tracing his tongue delicately along the edge of the older man's ear. "Hmmm. I can be very good," he breathed, and Snape shivered, deciding right then and there that Dumbledore would be getting his holiday package late this year.

Dumbledore, of all men, could understand the necessity of sacrifice to a worthy cause.

{grin}

B

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

Oh, yum!

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

Now I have a perfectly adorable mental picture of Snape dubiously sniffing an overflowing jar on Hagrid's windowsill, which turns out to contain sourdough starter.

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[amberfox.livejournal.com]

Of course Snape bakes, he's a Potions Master! They love the half-art/half-science that is baking, or brewing, or any of the other varieties of Mixing Stuff to Make Stuff.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

They love the half-art/half-science that is baking, or brewing, or any of the other varieties of Mixing Stuff to Make Stuff.

Now, see, I thought all along that Snape made that apple brandy himself. And who knows what-all he has back in those dungeons? Plenty of room for a still.