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Day 2 : Medusa’s Punishment

Medusa
November 1, 2018 by Andrea Maldonado No Comments

Medusa, the most beautiful of all the virgin priestesses of Athena carried on her duties much like the other maiden’s did. Unfortunately, when she had to leave the temple, she was regularly accosted by men wishing to bestow compliments on her, proposals of marriage and lewd gestures when she brushed them off.  She had dedicated her life as a young girl to Athena taking her vows seriously, knowing that the Goddess also had a short temper. She knew the tale of Arachne and never wanted to end up on the receiving end of the Goddess’s wrath.

Athena, the Goddess of wisdom also had a very petty side. When Medusa approached her about leaving the temple she refused her request. “Great Athena, could I please just stay in the temple and send other priestesses out to the market instead? I know so many enjoy the sights and the people. I could spend that time in prayer and reverence to you instead.” Medusa offered. “Why should I show you any more favor than I do the rest? Does the attention bother you so much or is it the temptation that stirs in your belly which makes you ashamed?” she hissed. “No, never that! My mind, body and soul are pure, I swear it again, here at your feet.” throwing herself on Athena’s sandals. “The answer is no. You will continue your duties as you have done so all this time.” she concluded.

Medusa’s beauty was like no other, and many about the town whispered how she was even more beautiful than their patron Goddess, which of course got back to the ears of Athena. Ever since then, she had held Medusa to a different standard, punishing her for something out of her control, constantly making her do things over, just because of her pretty face. Medusa was the most devout priestess which made the slight even harder to let go as Athena did have love for the girl but now their relationship was strained. Athena argued with herself that in time this would pass, and things would return to normal. Nevertheless she continued to be mean to the girl.

June marked the start of the Panathenaia, the most sacred of feasts dedicated to Athena. The task of arranging the festivities was given to no other than Medusa, she had a real talent for throwing parties and getting everyone involved,. Athena just had to show up, knowing it would all be taken care of.

The night of the feast, everything was perfect. The food came out on time, course after course of Athena’s favorite foods. The wine flowed freely while the entertainment was stellar. Acts of poetry, comedies and athletic feats, all performed in her honor. There was a troupe of young boys who performed gymnastics for the Goddess. The boys flipped, tumbled, and contorted their bodies all in the name of the Goddess. This was the first time anything like this had been performed, making the rest of the Gods jealous and Athena beam with satisfaction.

As the night carried on, duties of the temple still had to be carried out. After making sure all was in order, Medusa went to light the pyre at the foot of Athena’s primary altar. She cleaned, arranged the wood and stoked a fire quickly. Throwing incense in as an offering, she thanked the Goddess silently for letting her host this feast. She prayed that this would once again put Medusa in the Goddess’ good graces. She didn’t know what she did wrong but would do anything to rectify it. Finished with her task she walked to the back of the garden, towards the party.

Out of the darkness between the pillars, someone grabbed her arm, making her wince in pain. “Ouch!” she yelled. “What are you doing, let me go!” she demanded. The man was in a plain robe, completely covering his face and body. His grip tightened as he twisted her arm, trying to wrestle her to the ground but she fought him. Wiggling out of his grasp, she ran back towards the altar. “This is sacred ground. He wouldn’t dare get any closer when Athena is practically on the other side of this wall.” she told herself. The man struggled to his feet but barreled towards her. She ran but it was no use, he knocked her down, straddling her so that she would not move.

His breath was thick with wine and desire burned in his eyes. She clawed at them and he roared in pain, slapping her across the face. She successfully removed the robe from his head to reveal the face of Poseidon in a lust fueled rage. “My Lord! Please, stop this!” she pleaded. “Let me get you some help, I’m sorry, I thought you were a stranger.” “Oh, I don’t need any help, baby” he sneered, fumbling with the dress beneath her. Medusa tried one last thing as she struggled beneath the weight, unable to overpower him. She said, “My Lord, this is sacred ground and I am a virgin priestess of Athena, I would hate for her wrath to fall upon you over a misunderstanding. Please let me go, and we will never speak of this again, I swear it.”

Once again striking her in the face, “shaddap” he slurred, tearing the dress off her chest. Medusa began screaming and kicking her feet underneath him. She had to get away, this was not her fate. “Athena, please!” she yelled over and over again as he struck her and pawed at her body, the wine hindering his movements. She bucked her hips and he lost his balance. Quickly she got to her feet and took off running, but who could outrun a God. He shifted in front of her immediately trapping her with his arms. Dragging her back to the altar, “Oh no you don’t!, I’m getting my prize tonight.” he announced boastfully through her cries.

Flinging her onto the altar he shoved her dress up to her waist and began to undo his pants. Medusa, weak and hardly about to fight, cried and yelled. Holding on to the Sandal of Athena’s statue, she wailed. “Athena! He will rape me, if you do not come to my aide. Help me please….”

Back at the party Athena was talking and laughing with Hermes when suddenly she felt it, she heard Medusa calling her. Grabbing her shield and spear she vanished in a whirl of fabric and emerged from that same effigy that Medusa clung to.

She was too late. He was already inside of her, rutting like a pig while her priestess howled and fought. “Poseidon!” She barked, bashing his head with her shield. He toppled off of Medusa and onto the ground, holding his head in agony. Athena lifted her spear and rammed it through the tip of his now shriveled penis, catching the skin. Poseidon let out a scream that brought all the guests to the temple courtyard. Surrounded by his peers, naked and embarrassed he did the only thing he could to save face, he lied.

Through the tears he spun a story of how Medusa had answered his advances in the marketplace. That she flirted recklessly, even going as far as propositioning him so that he would take her away. “Athena, I swear, she came on to me! She was asking for it, practically begged me to take her right here. She even claims her beauty to surpass yours, the insolent bitch! I’m-” “Silence!” Athena commanded, digging her spear deeper into the earth making him cry out.

“Athena, stop this.” Zeus ordered. The crowd parted, letting him pass through. “Let him go” Zeus said, placing a hand on Athena’s shoulder. “No” she growled, shaking her head. “He must pay.” “The girl is a mortal. Send her away and be done with this, Poseidon is an Elder God, your senior in this case, you must release him” he instructed. Medusa’s cries were muffled by the crowd murmuring to each other about the events unfolding before their eyes but she could still hear her, clear as a bell toll. “I will not!” Athena challenged, standing her ground. Zeus whipped around to face her. “You will do as I say or face death for your treasonous act.” “Treason?” she laughed. “You have the audacity to charge me with treason while we stand on hallowed ground, my priestess defiled on my very own altar and I am in the wrong? Themis, what justice is this?” Athena turned to her friend. “My dear Lady, Please do not call upon me to pass judgement, Zeus is our leader and we must obey his command. Lady, please, let Poseidon go and get rid of the girl.”

Unable to exact punishment, she cursed him instead. “May all men born into this world, henceforth be forced to lay their flaccid manhood’s on a table and watch the skin be cut off before their very eyes, the sacrifice burned and offered up to me, your debt, paid by humanity for all of eternity.” Scowling at Poseidon she  yanked her spear from the ground, with his flesh hanging off the tip like a favor given at the Olympic games. He writhed on the ground screaming as Asclepius tended to his wound. She whisked Medusa into her arms and left the temple.

The following day she was called to see Zeus. “You had no right to attack Poseidon the way you did, and then to lay a curse on him, publicly no less! Reparations have to be made.” he scolded. Athena scoffed “Reparations? Yes, they should be made, but onto me for the egregious offense. Why does he think he can just take what he wants because he is an Elder God?’

“Poseidon said she was to blame for this. How can you take the side of a mortal over your kind?” he glared. “How can you take a drunkard’s word as truth? He lied.” She spat back. “Believing me would discredit you in front of the rest of the Gods and we all know you indulge in this type of behavior, it is no secr-” “Impudent woman!” Zeus roared. “Do not bring me into the mess you have made!” he shouted at her. “The mess I made, why tha-’” Athena started but he cut her off.

“Furthermore, you will kill the girl or give her to Poseidon.” he ordered. “So he will take her as a bride?” she asked. “No, of course not. He means to keep her as a concubine. You have no further use for her, she cannot serve you in the temple and now that she is shamed before the entire world, no one will take her, so decide. Give her to him or kill her. That is a direct order Athena. Should you choose to disobey, I will give the order for her to be killed on sight- Now, leave me!” he said, withdrawing from the throne room. Athena, stricken with grief, had but one option to save her favorite priestess, and so she returned to deliver the news.

Sitting in her sanctuary, she sent for Medusa to attend her alone. Athena delivered the edict to the already broken women and they wept together. “Send me away” Medusa pleaded. “Hide me away , or better yet, just kill me! Death may be my only true option! I don’t want to live hunted by Gods and men.” she said, beaten. Sighing deeply Athena spoke softly. “I will protect you the only way I can. Do you trust me to keep you safe this time? I can never repair the damage or the wrong done to you but I can make sure it never happens again.” Medusa nodded in agreement. They spent the evening going over the plan.

Before the sun woke the next morning Athena sent for Hermes. “ I must ask a favor of you, and it must be done this morning. Please call a council of the Gods before Zeus at noon.” “Athena, I don’t know if I can do -” “You can and you will” she said. “Must I remind you that a debt is owed to me?” she raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response. “It shall be done my Lady.” he replied, flying off into the sky.

Medusa and Athena said their goodbye’s. “All is forgiven” the Goddess said to her most loyal servant. “Forgive me for not being able to come up with a better solution, but remember it is for your protection.” she said gently, kissing her cheek for the last time.

Athena stood before Zeus and the rest of the assembled Gods waiting for him to sit. She knelt on her right leg and bowed her head. “Beloved King of the Olympians, I have wronged you and am here to publicly apologize for my outburst and for siding with a human.” she looked up at him and he motioned for her to stand. “Athena, I was shocked to see you in that state but I am grateful that you wished to address me before the entire council, showing your true character and obedience. What of the girl, what have you decided?” he asked her.

She banged her spear on the floor, and all turned to the throne room doors. In walked Medusa, hands tied in front of her, flanked by two of Athena’s greatest generals. They threw her at Zeus’ feet and left the chamber. “My Lord” Athena said loudly. “Upon investigation I learned that this vile human did indeed have her own ideas of how she should be treated, and how her beauty would elevate her station. Her service was not honorable. She bade her time in the temple hoping to ensnare a man, in this case, a God.” Turning towards Poseidon whose face was fraught with confusion, Athena said “ Elder Brother, please forgive me, she is unworthy of you, and I have brought her here to punish her.” she spat at the floor near Medusa who wept silently.

“Sister, there is no need to sully your hands on a bitch such as this, let me exact your punishment on her.” Poseidon smiled. “The offense was too great and I must atone.” she said curtly. Banging her spear again “Bring her to me!” she commanded. The generals emerged with a large black blanket and dragged Medusa to Athena. “Stand up!” she roared.

Athena took the girl’s chin in one hand and squeezed, making her cry out in pain. “The most beautiful maiden there ever was you said, no?” the tears flowed from Medusa’s eyes as she nodded in agreement. Athena leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, much to the shock of the onlookers. Everyone in the room gasped loudly, having never seen the Virgin Goddess display affection on anyone or anything. She continued kissing her deeply while Medusa squirmed, making distressed noises. To the horror of the council, Medusa’s hair began to fall out, replaced by angry hissing snakes. Shoving her to the ground, the generals immediately covered her and took her away. “Do not look upon her face!” she shouted. “Anyone who does will be turned to stone!”.

“Athena! What is this?” Zeus said in total shock. “This is for all creatures of the earth and sky to know that I will not be shamed or embarrassed. Medusa, the most beautiful maiden in all the land is now the ugliest, turning anyone who looks upon her into stone. She has been banished to the island where her other two sisters reside, to live out the end of days in misery, and untouchable.” she declared.

The story goes that Athena aided Perseus in the killing Medusa, granting him a shield that would reflect her image so that he would not have to look upon her face. She did, indeed provide him with the shield, but the reflection was to be so clear that the spell would have been cast on him anyway. Knowing that Athena did all this to Medusa in order to keep her from him, he stopped Perseus and enchanted the shield, allowing Perseus to be successful. This was Poseidon’s revenge for the girl and his penis.

Having heard of Poseidon’s treachery, she raced to catch up with Perseus but he was already in position, with his sword in the air. The only thing left for her to do for her priestess and friend was to cut her head off before Perseus could, without him noticing. The death blow delivered by her patroness, one final gift. She vanished out of sight and awaited his return. In a sack he presented Athena with the head of Medusa which she took and placed upon her shield, forever honoring the maiden who served her to the end.

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Looking at 2017 through the headlights of an oncoming car

January 3, 2017 by Andrea Maldonado No Comments

Back to work so a restless night was guaranteed.  It was only natural to roll around and be annoyed by stupid thoughts, feeding fears and adding up all of my failures of course I started off the morning at 4:18 am. The dog needed to go out… Really Chewy? Really? My husband and I both woke up and he was quickly dealt with, running back to his bed unaware that sleep is important to the humans. I laid there till it was time to get up, feeling better prepared for the day after talking myself off the ledge again.

Got up, unbraided my hair and Poof! Restless sleep + Rolling around = Halo of frizz. I was rough and stuff with my afro puff! Thank heaven for Tre semme Gel , I grabbed it all up and put it into a fluffy, yet cute pony tail.

Hubby put together a cute outfit and gifted it to me for the holidays so of course, I wanted to look adorable.  I quickly put it on and it fit great! Grabbed the stockings and “rip”, Sigh.  Deep eye rolls while reaching for the clear nail polish. I can’t save the stockings but I could at least wear them today. Grabbed the car keys… “Where are my house keys?” digging through my empty purse, in my coat pockets, ransacked my dresser… No keys.

Deep Breaths!!!!

Found them… in my empty purse. Kissed my Kiddo goodbye, kissed the hubby and ran out the door 4 minutes later than I wanted, with plenty of time to still get a parking spot.

It was drizzling but not too bad, cool but it felt great. I was driving… and then I was driving into oncoming traffic… How you might ask? Somewhere between making a turn I didn’t get into the correct lane and was headlight to headlight with another car, luckily it was far away , yet it spooked me and at 20 mph it was no biggie but still, that was dumb.

Where was my head? I pulled over, cleared my mind then continued to work. Three blocks from the school, I slam on my breaks and avoid having the front of my car ripped off. The guy also stopped, never looking at me for a second. No word of apology, no look to make sure I didn’t have a heart attack or got hurt, nothing. All you heard were the muffled curses I hurled at him through my windshield while I gripped the wheel and steadied my heart. I parked the car and sat back with the engine and the lights off.

I thought of all the annoying things that had happened that morning and how they bought me those few extra minutes that could have cost me more than a red face, momentary shock and rage. I exhaled deeply, not realizing that I had been holding my breath. He wasn’t going fast enough to have killed me but I could have been hurt, or he could have. His lack of caring was another story. I can’t imagine what was going through his mind, but I hope he thought about me later.

The law of attraction is a real thing and I believe in it, but I also know that when shit is going to happen to you, it’s going to happen. What you do about it and how you handle it is entirely up to you and for that I try to be thankful, even if I’m angry about it. That’s not to say that the universe doesn’t intercede on our behalf. Today was a great example.  “Get your head out of your ass!” was heard loud and clear though it took a second warning. The Universe/God/ddess/Spirit/Angels/ Entities what have you, exist! Tapping into those frequencies, I think, can help avoid some unnecessary lessons/issues/accidents/mishaps etc so thank you crazy dog for being a pest… to the mischievous spirit that helped me tear my stocking and not find my keys, Lola and I thank you for making us late. Thank you empty parking spot for being there and letting me decompress and think about a few things, including my mortality. Which lead me to ask “So what now for the New Year? Any thoughts brain?”

 

I stopped making new year’s resolutions a little while ago, I found that I never really kept them, for an assortment of reasons but decided that it would be a good idea to reflect, and focus on the things that mattered the most to me, the projects, the people, whatever it was and set some goals. No deadlines, just goals and some affirmations here and there to spice things up!

 

Affirmations and Goals for 2017

  1. Acceptance. Things never go the way you want them to so stop trying to make them! Enjoy whatever happiness something/someone can give you, no matter how short lived. Find the good in any situation, sometimes you have to look extra hard, and a couple of times to find it, but it’s there!

 

  1. Let go. Letting go of things and people that no longer serve you, no matter how painful.  Being alone is better than being in bad company (thanks mom for the “refranes” ) I need to focus on letting go of hang-ups.  They’re getting too heavy to carry. I am fortunate to have some really great people in my life

 

  1. Living Healthy. What does that mean to you? Many people ran to join a gym; I was one of those individuals on more than one occasion. This year I took a moment to think about what “Healthy” meant. My physical, my mental and my spiritual health all need attention. I started some happy vibes spell work and will be visiting the doctor to go over some questions about my overall physical/mental self.

 

  1. Fight for your rights, to be heard, to be acknowledged, to be loved, for the things you want, the things you need, fight to be human. Stand up and face adversity no matter how many times it knocks you down. Keep getting up no matter how hard it gets and eventually you will overcome.  This Year I will be fighting PCOS head on.

 

  1. Feed the Creative. Everyone likes to make or do something! Sing, dance, draw, paint, write, make people laugh, acting, crafts, cooking, sports, whatever! Feeding the creative nourishes your soul and gives you strength to get through hard times without you realizing it. This is your stress relief, your go to for “punching it out” so give the creative some breathing room, it will make you happier.

 

  1. Love yourself completely! Spoil yourself, learn every inch of your skin, even the parts that make you upset or you wish weren’t there, love those parts extra hard! Learn about what makes you happy, what makes you smile or laugh so hard you cry ( or pee! Lol) Then share that with others. When you love yourself you set a standard, and those that truly love you will exceed those standards without breaking a sweat, why? Because you’re worth it!

 

  1. Know who they are and make time for them. A simple how are you can come at a moment when they are falling into the abyss but the light of your text message can bring them back even for just a moment to remind them that you care.

 

  1. We are all busy but time is something we don’t get back. Make time for simple pleasures, waste time doing fun and unproductive things. Give your time to the people who matter the most, it’s the best gift ever. Don’t forget to make time for yourself as well.

 

  1. Look back but don’t go back. The past always looks beautiful or better or easier from the present but the reality is, that things have changed, for either good or bad and that was a decision you made. Learn from it but don’t go backwards, your feet aren’t pointing that way. There is plenty ahead of you.

 

  1. Go for it! Fear is crippling. Take chances, go after your dreams, try new things. Believe people when they say nice things about you. Believe that you are enough. I wear fear like underwear, it’s always there with me, forgotten until it starts to ride up my ass, and if you’ve ever seen my ass, you know that’s an easy accomplishment. If I was a superhero I would be Captain Fear and my side kick would be Worrywart.  So this year I’m going commando and wearing fear like a coat instead. To use only when needed and necessary.

 

  1. Forgiving can be really hard to do. I choose to forgive myself for all of the dumb thoughts I have had and still have. I will forgive myself for the things I am working on and still fall short from. I will forgive myself for not being the best me I know I can be and have been. Now I can heal.

 

  1. Be a witch! Own your power! Know your strength, work on weaknesses. Shake your fist at the world and say “This is what I want so Gimme!” some things will come easy, some will never come and others may take a few tries but we can manifest change and progress so let’s be the best witch we can be!

 

  1. Cook! Last but not least, let’s make some magical food!  Looking forward to putting up more recipes and blogs this year!

 

Picture Credit :  (Me) That’s my Chewy looking apologetic.. I can’t be mad at him for long!

 

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Where it all began, Part 2: The Food

September 13, 2016 by Andrea Maldonado No Comments

The Food? It’s all I’ve ever known. My first glimpse of a memory was the taste of a scallion mom gave me to ease a growing tooth. How helpful was it? Not really! I gave it back. The rest is a whirl of steam, cilantro, and typical Ecuadorian foods. When my family lived in Jackson Heights, Queens, my Mother entertained our entire family practically every Sunday. She and my grandmother came home from work to make sure we all got a hot meal. I didn’t grow up eating fast food ( that was a rare treat).

I started my young adult life full of exuberance and the “making a difference” complex. I wanted my life to mean something and so I decided that being a doctor was the best way for me to do that. Enter sophomore year of HS where I interned at Bellevue hospital for three years translating Spanish and Portuguese. My first day took me to the elusive F wing, which to my surprise was where they kept the mentally ill patients. Long story short, the patient threatened to kill us all and jump out of a window, which I translated, verbatim, and excused myself to run crying down the hall to the elevator.

I went back. Spent most of my time in the OB/GYN ward, which is the specialty I was so looking forward to enter. My senior year brought about many changes, including a swift left turn. I was going to be a Chef. Trying to tell my mother turned out to be a giant cluster f*ck full of pain, resentment and overall sadness. She couldn’t get why i wanted to do this and I couldn’t explain that I would probably end up a suicide from all of the heartache I has already seen and more to come in the future.

I did an early admissions application, it was all sink or swim for me. I worked at Dean and Deluca and started experimenting with food, trying to get a handle of the kitchen I loved but never really got to know. I dabbled, trying to make meals with my childhood best friend Monique that always cheered by clapping vigorously when edible things were set down in front of her. We focused mostly on breakfast items and traditional cheese empanadas covered in sugar (yes, this is totally weird but so delicious!) with hot chocolate.

My acceptance letter arrived in January and I was overjoyed, until I got to the bottom of the letter… I needed to have 6 months worth of kitchen experience in order to be fully accepted. My heart sank. I was 16 and didn’t know how I was going to accomplish this at my age with no experience getting a kitchen job was going to be a hardship. I decided that my best course of action was to volunteer, free labor will prevail. I got the sunday Times and circled all the hotel and restaurant ads I could find. I mailed 50 copies of a letter explaining my situation, what I needed and how willing I was to work for FREE!

Three weeks later I received one response. One. Naturally I jumped at the opportunity, and completed my 6 month requirement. Side note: I was miserable. The chef hated me and made me cry every day. Told me I wouldn’t be able to finish. I promised to visit him and rub my diploma in his face… when I graduated I went to the restaurant but it was no longer there, karma I guess.

Graduating from the Culinary Institute of America was an incredible accomplishment. Mom had come around and was even learning cooking tips from me! I was ready to take on the world and landed my first job at Tavern on the green.

After a year on the job I had my daughter, my greatest accomplishment ever. I moved around after that from restaurants to catering companies, learning and growing. I even worked with the Board of Education in New York for their School Food division. That place really taught me the ins and outs of budgets, deadlines, codes, chain of command, and general looking good while you wing it sometimes!

The Winds of change swept through my life again and blew me across the river into New Jersey where I now live. I was an instructor for Star Career Academy for three years which was an incredibly rewarding experience, imparting what I have learned over the years to a younger and sometimes older generation of people that just want to make great food!

Today I am using my culinary skills and combining them with my love for the Goddess, Witchcraft and my passion for writing.

Stay Tuned for the next post!

Picture credit : Bon Appetit

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Andrea Maldonado is a classically trained chef,a graduate of The Culinary Institute of America, Hyde Park, New York. She worked in a variety of New York City restaurants and high end catering companies. Andrea is an Initiated Priestess of Ochun in the Lucumi Tradition, High Priestess of the Deam Lux Coven and the Minoan Sisterhood. . Andrea is an avid reader, a lover of 1950’s fashion, red lipstick, winged eyeliner, a strong cocktail, having a good cackle- I mean laugh! With friends and enjoying all that life has to offer. Currently working on a bigger cookbook on more food magic, seasonal recipes and Sabbat meals.

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