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Chocolate Creme Fraiche Cake

Be velvet. Be so softsorichsolush that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space [see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers in an episode of This Is The Other Side] Be sodamnfull it transforms the rest to either nothingness, or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and…

Coffee Blondies

I want the quiet, that slow drip through wet paper. Grounds. The kind of exhale that makes a soft, little noise. It just doesn’t matter very much, really. Sugar and butter make caramel on the stovetop, fragranced with soft drops: tablespoons of lukewarm coffee. You won’t totally notice, really. But it’s there. Pecans and mini…

Chocolate Truffle Cookies [gluten free]

Ahem. “Sometimes the one who is running from the Life/Death/Life nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased…

[Celebratory] Depression Cake

Well, well, well. Five years looks good on us. Someone proposed to me recently that maybe our bodies remember the things we have encountered. In terms of this website (and the memories I have stored), my body thinks of: Apple-Asian Pear Pie with White Cheddar Crust and Bacon Streusel, Zucchini Pizza with Lemon and Chives,…

Monster Cookies

Apparently A monster can be defined as, “an imaginary creature that is typically large, ugly, and frightening.” (Google) Except. We do not imagine them. They are not monumentally creatures. They are not always large and ugly. They are the things we do not want to face. This is why we are afraid. Apparently these cookies…

Katharine Hepburn’s Brownies

// A performance // They were not the ones. That sounds amazing. Thank God. I wrote, You made me feel ordinary. This is how you made someone you love feel. I wrote, You can’t be you and love unconditionally. I wrote, I’m not changing for anyone. I don’t deserve to be invaded. I don’t owe…

Hello Darlings

On the second level of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, there are six eyes at the end of a long walkway. They surround the name, “Guillermo del Toro.” Through the entrance are pieces (big / small, spooky / scary, wonky / familiar) that encapsulate things that I have feared. Monsters, ghosts, abnormality, uncertainty. Things we…