What do you mean Nashville is over? Season finale? Excuse me, what? Nashville is the banana of TV land – it has no season. It needs to be consumed year-round… sometimes with cream cheese in the middle.
I think the reason bananas are not assigned a season is because they take so long to go bad. I guess that might depend on what level of ripeness you like your bananas at, but I’ve gotta be honest, when I buy bananas it’s with the full intention of letting them go brown and baking with them. If a couple get eaten before that, it’s a happy accident. You will always find heavily speckled bananas in my kitchen. Continue reading
I’ve been a bad blogger. Bad, bad blogger. Bad! You guys got hosed on March, I mean seriously; stuffed shells and that was it. Not even any Fired Up Fridays. WTF Red?
What’s the excuse? You knew there was going to be an excuse. Well, here’s the thing: I sort of left my perfectly good job to start my own business and I packed up and moved to the other side of town. How scandalous! You’d think some awful man had ruined my life and terrible boss had crushed my dreams, and I was Anne Hathaway, Emma Stone, Rachel McAdams or Reese Witherspoon out to show everyone that I could make it on my own! It was disappointingly far less dramatic. Though there was an awesome soundtrack (Tegan & Sara) and a quirky sidekick (that’d be you Henn).
I think I surprised a lot of people by going off on my own, myself included. The closest thing I have to a business education is the Econ 101 class I was required to take in college. But honestly, it’s been on my mind for quite a while now. I struggle with finding a work/life balance. When I enjoy something, I pour all my energy into it; when I don’t, I put it off until the last minute and then stress about it until my head explodes. For a long time there’s been less enjoyment and more stressing. One of my favorite sayings is “if you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.” Well guess what? I effing changed it. All of it. Continue reading
Pumpkin Week continues with Chocolate Pumpkin Marble Cake! If you want your sweet something pumpkin to be a showcase piece at Thanksgiving, this could be it. I mean look at those ribbons of chocolate floating through the moist orange pumpkin. Fancy comes at a price though ? just ask the Real Housewives of Orange County. This cake is a labor of love because of the two separate batters and the need to get excess moisture out of the pumpkin.
I realize I’ve nearly talked myself out of a sale here, but bear with me. I’m going to be honest, this is one of those recipes I second-guessed the whole way. I have to strain water from the canned pumpkin? I have to split how much in half and add half of what to which? But, when I finally got to the point of pouring the batters into the pan, I couldn’t stop myself from eating most of it as I went (especially the chocolate), which in my mind is the first sign of a good recipe. In the end, the cake was exactly what I wanted (minus my sub-par marbling skills). So, like I said, fancy comes at a price: your time and patience. If I have no patience does this mean this cake was half off or twice the price?
A week ago today I was running 13.1 miles along San Francisco Bay, over the Golden Gate Bridge and to Fisherman’s Wharf. I didn’t run as fast as I normally would, but the whole thing went by a lot faster than I remember other half marathons going because I had my friend Al at my side.
It is no secret that I am capable of eating an entire cake by myself. Though no one has witnessed this act, many have seen me slice my own “piece” of cake; it doesn’t take much imagination to guess what happens when I don’t have judging eyes on me. I’ll give you a hint: there is no knife involved.
Cake is my kryptonite. And donuts. And ice cream. Man… I’d make a sucky superhero. Although, I could trap evil villains in a thick flood of buttercream. But I digress. My complete lack of impulse control around cake means I can’t have one in my apartment. Ever. The single exception is my birthday. If you’re ever in charge of getting me a birthday cake, it should be a Publix marble cake, two layer with vanilla buttercream. The more flowers, the better. Continue reading