Toasted coconut double chocolate chip cookies

Hello internet peeps! How’s life? I know mine has been pretty boring, but I suppose that’s good in the grand scheme of things. School’s almost over. I took the AP Bio test—which was stressful as fuck, but now it’s all over and I don’t have to worry about things like, say, what an action potential is anymore. I can’t say I’ve been baking much lately, but that’s mostly because I’ve been trying to eat a little healthier and reducing the amount of cake I consume is definitely part of that. Unfortunately.

Doodle sugar cookies

You know those really elaborately decorated cookies everyone seems to be able to make these days? The ones with dots of royal icing the size of a proton and impossibly intricate curlicues in carefully-dyed hues?

Homemade vegan chocolate chip cookie butter, plus a frosting to use it

Confession time:

I hate cookie butter.

There. I said it. I hate peanut butter’s sexier, slightly fatter older sister, the pet poodle of the food blog world and dessert lovers everywhere, the “personal crack” of at least five million Trader Joe’s-shopping, Biscoff-toting speculoos addicts around the world. Bite me.

Wicked easy vegan chocolate chip cookies

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: June is a bitch, and therefore gets riled up over the simplest things, one of which is the way folks like to label their recipes ZE BEST without any sort of factual justification for the claim. And we all know only America’s Test Kitchen is allowed to do that.

Homemade vegan chocolate wafer cookies

Today, I have one question for you: would you buy a self-published book?

You may recall (probably not) that I’ve been spending the past few weeks binge-writing my novel-in-progress—a novel which I someday hope to publish, with a traditional publisher or not. But lately, I’ve begun to think that maybe a traditional publisher isn’t the route I want to take.

Cakes, cookies, and pies - part II

Hi y’all! It’s Baby June, and we’re back with a new installment of “Cakes, cookies, and pies”—starring not only the three aforementioned desserts but ice creams, bars, cups, breakfast foods, and whatever other thoughts happen to pop into June’s head during the course of this episode!

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Momofuku-inspired vegan confetti cookies

There are a lot of annoying quotes and proverbs out there. These are the folly of motivational posters and angry newspaper editorials and weepy folk tunes and awkward mother-daughter talks; these are the phrases that have been embedded into our collective moral consciousness since childhood, whether or not they actually fit with our religion or reality in general. We tend to not think about these sayings too much, lest we discover that hey, maybe they don’t make sense worth a damn, and maybe we shouldn’t keep saying them time and time again.

Cakes, cookies, and pies

Contrary to the title up there, there are not going to be cakes, cookies, and pies in this post. Well, there will be cake. 

OH MY GOD I'M BLIND!

The primary purpose of this post is to make you jealous of mah cupcakes. The secondary purpose is to—wait, what? First, cupcakes.

Vegan peanut butter and jelly sugar cookie sandwiches

Recently, I’ve begun to feel that yes, I have had a dream like that.

Cookies for breakfast

There is a reason why they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It is, as I have said before, the only meal (besides dessert—which of course is also very important) where it is acceptable to eat cake as the main dish. It is a baffling tradition, but one that we must fulfill nonetheless—and what better way to fulfill it than to eat a bowlful of cookies?

Murica. source

Let’s ignore the fact that, theoretically, this would produce the greatest cereal milk to ever grace this earth.

I myself have never eaten the stuff—my evil parents refused to let my brother and I consume such fare, relegating us to those grossly flavored oatmeal packets since we were tiny, impressionable children.  It’s a tragedy, really. What is childhood without Frosted Flakes and Cocoa Puffs and Lucky Charms? Frankly, I don’t know shit about those traditional kid foods, but that doesn’t stop me from lusting after sugary cereals every time I tag along my mother to the grocery store. Deprivation, I say. Post traumatic oatmeal disorder.

Just looking at this label makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Oh, the memories. source