A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
When life breaks your honey cake. [sigh] I couldn’t tell you what happened. I am sure it was user error. Sometimes, intentions are irrelevant. Sometimes, the thing is going to break whether you meant for it, or not. It can be about what you make of it afterward. [whipped cream folded into vanilla-ed sweetened condensed…
It isn’t that everything is simple; it’s just that sometimes things are much simpler than we anticipate. Allow me to point out the obvious and state: I have made a lot of poppyseed things lately. You’re welcome. I picked a date on a calendar. I set up my phone to e-mail and text a reminder:…
Aren’t Clementines supposed to be out of season? My whole life, I have spent Christmases peeling plump wreaths of sweet orange-ness. It is now the end of March, and I feel like a chipmunk-cheeked, cake-baking and -eating fraud. Wikipedia tells me that the ones I used to make this cake were birthed on the cusp…
This cake was supposed to have tahini in it. Tahini, rosewater, cardamom, and blueberries. Sounds like the makings of an intriguing type of halva. Doesn’t it. I had it all. Softened butter. Yolks separated from whites. Ground cardamom. Rosewater. Thick, fatty, smooth tahini, and a cup for measuring. When it came time to include that…
Thoughts that I remember occurring to me as a kid in a cafeteria: “I wonder if So and So would let me eat the cheese off of her pizza.” Gross. “My bangs are getting long, but are they too long?” Let them grow out. “I am emotionally uncomfortable around people, so I will playfully punch…
Let them eat cake. I have been scouring the internet lately, and it seems there is a tremendous amount of doubt as to whether or not those words were ever uttered by Marie Antoinette. It is a representation of disparity. History was made by a man placing words onto a woman. What a transference of…
Take a minute, and think about all of the times that we eat cake. We commemorate birthdays, holidays, and graduations with candles and confections. We recognize the achievements of those we love with layers of pastry and frosting. We gather around sweet rounds to remember the lives of those we have lost. MOST IMPORTANTLY, we…
