I’ve been quite busy lately. From making cakes for my birthday and my dad’s birthday and my mom’s birthday (yay for January babies) to researching this super-ambitious and top-secret project (nothing to do with blogging—no worries) to, you know, that mildly inconvenient thing called homework, I haven’t had much time to write blog posts. It’s awful. I’ve had this recipe in my files for three weeks with the pictures all lined up for publication, and only today will you enjoy the wonderfulness that are these muffins.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
I used to marvel at how my mother could make French toast without a recipe. Whisk together an egg or two with a glug of milk and some cinnamon, soak bread, and fry in plenty of butter. Top with maple syrup. Bingo—French toast, with almost zero effort involved.
Friday, January 16, 2015
This is it. These are the desserts that, during How to Philosophize with Cake’s year of blogging, attracted the largest audiences. These are the recipes that made you all drool and roll your eyes and rush out to the kitchen, whisk and jar of coconut oil in hand, all of them gathered in one post.
But before I get to the good stuff, here’s your last chance to take the survey. Sadly, not many people have taken it yet, so I’ll consider this the last time to mention it before I just forget about the whole thing. I dunno. Maybe it’s too confusing or something. But it would be really great if you could try. Do it for the children!
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Hey, ho, is anybody home? I have a survey up for y’all to take, and it’s only five questions long! Swear to god, I will love you forever if you take it. Just...take a risk, you know? Live dangerously today. CLICK HERE IF YOU’RE AWESOME!
So. Got that out of the way. Now onto the very serious and important subject of the First Blogoversary of How to Philosophize with Cake.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Hey, ho! Guess what day it is? Guess what day it is.
It’s my birthday! I, the eternally dignified June Burns, was pushed out of my mother’s vagina many years ago on this date, and as a consequence I am forced to feel like an old fogy this time each year. A week after this Very Important Milestone in my life, we will also be celebrating the birthday of this verbal shitpile I call a blog. I know, right? Time flies.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
My mother, unlike me, is a woman of tradition. Throughout the years we see the same dishes again and again, for better or for worse (much as I’d like to try a new flavor of pizza every night), and naturally a few of the same desserts. She has her favorite dark chocolate brownies and her favorite wheat pancakes and, as you can see, her most beloved and frequently-made coffee bundt cake.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Sometimes I get these ideas—culinary ones, that is—that come completely out of left field, full of frosting and sugar and unexpected combinations of ingredients and thing, which at first make me balk and at second make me rush into the kitchen, rubber spatula and cookbook in hand. This is one of those ideas.
After making the basic gingerbread house, I knew I wanted to try something else. Something grander, more elaborate. The first one was fun, after all, so naturally an even bigger gingerbread house would be far more fun; it’s just logic. Then the idea struck me. A castle! I ought to make a castle...out of gingerbread cookies!