Sometimes, you just want to make a cake. And so you do, and the cake is so easy to make, you want to write a blog post about it. So I made a cake, a simple cake, a tasty cake, a cake for a Sunday when you don’t want to leave your apartment and just want to watch tennis in bed.
Ahh the holidays. A time for me to be a complete and total scrooge and say humbug quite frequently. I also get to bake a lot which is nice but stressful.
My mother and I stayed up until past midnight one night baking cookies. The next day I spent 40 minutes over a hot stove, grilling brussel sprouts to perfection.
But the pièce de résistance came on new years eve, when I decided to make two fancy, multilayered cakes. One was a coconut layer cake (my favorite and almost no one else’s), while the other was a white chocolate cake with a lemon curd filling and a grand marnier buttercream.
These brownies have been an obsession of mine for almost two years, although I never knew if I would be able to recreate them. The obsession started in Paris (where I just returned to when I went on a whirl wind 6 week adventure around the world) with a little Mexican restaurant called Candelaria. There, I had the most wonderful, fudgy, chocolaty brownies of my life, and they were filled with black beans.
Last night, we dined on lobster. By we, I mean everyone else but me because I’m not obsessed with lobster nor do I enjoy lobster goo all over my pajamas (I always wear pajamas to dinner). My cat, the lovely Jethro, got to meet his lobster friends before they were steamed in a wine broth (a nice way to go).
This is the picture story of what happened.
So I took the summer off. To work and relax and drink rosé with my cat. That does not mean I wasn’t baking! I was. Most definitely. I also got into arguments about the inherent misogynistic message in Grease but thats another story.
What was I baking? Tarts and cakes and cookies and so much ice cream. I didn’t have a hungry audience of half-starved college kids to feed, but I did have a bunch of hungry chefs to feed. And they appreciated my attempts at interesting ice cream flavors far more than my collegiate cohorts. The favorite flavors so far? Honey-Thyme (which interestingly everything thought I had named Honey Time to be clever, but I’m not clever), Basil White Chocolate, Absinthe (which we ate early on a Saturday morning before a huge rush of taco lovers), and the pièce de resistance, Ginger White Chocolate.
I don’t know why, but I felt the need to take a month off. A month to have my one job be selling tacos. I made a lot of food, a lot of tasty food, but I didn’t want to document it, I didn’t want to take perfect photos or take imperfect photos and then feel as if I couldn’t write about it.
I wanted to make food to make food. I made goat cheese cheesecake and white chocolate and basil ice cream. I made cakes and cookies for my work fellows, who were greatly appreciative. I also caught up on Pretty Little Liars and started watching Orange is the New Black. So all in all a productive month for me. Right?
My father left me alone this weekend. Again. Although this time I didn’t get his fancy car, just my lovely little Volkswagon Beetle that makes a plethora of terrifying noises and really doesn’t like chilling in first gear in Newport traffic.
I’m also working both Saturday and Sunday at The Shack, which means the poor kitties will be sad and lonely all day.
There is something truly wonderful about this weekend though (not that I don’t love working) and that is rosé.