Zucchini peanut butter chocolate chip mini cakes with vanilla glaze

For this post, I considered writing a long, highly emotional screed about all of the baking failures I’ve experienced in the past month.

But then I thought, screw that, and so you have been spared. It would have been mostly the product of my own depressive delusions anyway.  

Basically, I just want you to know I don’t know what I’m doing.

Vanilla overnight oats with strawberry rhubarb chia jam and peanut butter quinoa granola

Contrary to what the proliferation of butter-‘n’-sugar-filled cakes and cookies on this blog may lead you to believe, I don’t spend my days feasting upon buttercream and carby carbs. Much as I would like to. In fact, I do try a little bit to eat healthily. A little. For example, as I write this I am filled with salad. What was in that salad is between me, myself, and I.

But healthy eating and using moderation is only one part of the equation. You have to exercise, too. Fucking evolution, you know?

Vegan chocolate peanut butter swirl bread

There’s something special about making homemade bread. It’s not like cake, my first true love, where you whip up a batter—usually involving just a few steps—and stick it in the oven. With bread, you have to nurture the dough for hours; you have to be careful with it and play with it gently to get all of the right attributes, whatever those may be. And if you’re like me, you will probably mess up at some point and end up with a weird-looking, if delicious, little loaf.

Peanut butter and jelly birthday cake

If there’s anything more futile than the pursuit of happiness, that would be the pursuit of perfection.

People used to say I was a perfectionist. A child who painstakingly organized her room every day and fretted over the most insignificant of test scores had to be a perfectionist, or maybe fusspot or a hairsplitter (as the trusty thesaurus would have you believe). And for years, I believed it. I fussed over the stories I wrote and split hairs over school assignments as if they were the difference between life and death—even though my heart was never in it. Eventually, my unsustainable habits came back to bite me in the ass, and whoop-de-doo, I contracted the sad disease.

Not me in there, actually. source

Nowadays, instead of getting ass in gear when faced with a less-than-desirable challenge, I tend to bitch and moan about the problem and, in the end, do nothing about it. This is not an uncommon phenomenon, I think.

My tendency to bitch and moan has led to another brilliant coping skill—avoidance! Genius, is it not? Instead of trying to deal with my imperfections, I slink back up to my room and turn on my laptop. A few hours of interneting later, I’ve totally forgotten about the original issue without having to exert all of that effort to resolve it. Brilliance in motion, I tell you. 

This is also a great method of avoidance. source

You might call it laziness. I know I do; in fact, my laziness is one of the things I bitch and moan about, which is quite meta if you ask me. Lazy little Baby June doesn’t want to go out and run and face the fact that, hey, maybe she ate a little too much cake over this past winter—if she stays inside and internets the time away, she won’t ever have to confront her newfound slowness, the little bit of extra pudge. Perfectionism indeed.

My indulgence in this brilliant coping skill has even been the death of another hobby: drawing. You may have seen the chili I drew against a backdrop of odd-looking fire to accent my sweet curry pancakes.  

You may or may not have been permanently scarred.

For years, I loved to draw and did it all the time, and I’d say I was getting pretty good at it—until the internet, high school, and depression struck all at the same time. Those three factors combined leave very little time for fooling around with a pencil and paper. No; there is only time for fucking around on Reddit and Facebook and blogs, searching for validation where it was lacking inside. That may sound very deep and tragic, but in reality it was the emptiest thing possible. Drawing gave me joy; the internet just made me feel hollow. As time passed and I didn’t pick up the pencil, my drawing skills regressed until I could only muster up the likes of that chili you see above. Because I was embarrassed by my lack of skills, I avoided drawing. That, you see, is avoidance at its best.

Until, of course, I went to the hospital and had nothing to do all day except, well, draw. I drew lots and lots of doges.

One of many.

It was therapeutic, almost, creating that inexplicably hilarious face on paper. It may or may not have made me tear up. 

Every fucking time. source

I may not have liked staying at the hospital, but it made me confront a lot of things. Life, for example. Life is filled with people you have to socialize with and things you aren’t perfect at right away and struggles that can’t be overcome easily. Without the internet to distract me, reality stared me in the face. Even though a hospital is kind of as far from reality as you can get.

Back home, I of course went ahead and made some cake. Imperfect cake. Very messy cake with frosting smudged all over the place and layers that stuck to the pans and pastry cream ridden with lumps. I could have cried about it; I could have ignored the imperfections I had created and gone to hide in my room. But no. I plastered the fucking thing all over the internet, like I didn’t even care. I mean, it tasted good. Probably one the most addictively delicious things I ever made, that cake was, but it wasn’t particularly pretty.

And I was pretty damn proud of that.

So today, I present to you another imperfect cake.

Go on.

My own mother admitted it looked kind of weird. My own mother, goddamit! Will you believe that?

But it’s true. I could have fussed and split hairs for hours, I could have done so many things to make this cake look at least a bit more presentable, yet I was satisfied with this flawed presentation. For my own brother’s birthday, no less.

It tastes amazing. The jelly frosting is slightly lumpy; the strawberry cake layer was dense and flat (probably due to my inaccurate measurements of the strawberry puree); the peanut praline didn’t come out quite like I had imagined. And yet I am satisfied. How could this be? Isn’t Baby June a perfectionist?

No. I’m not a perfectionist. It’s hard enough for me to care about basic things like my own body odor let alone the presentation of cake. It’s time for me to be realistic. I just don’t fucking care anymore, you know?

My new motto, everyone. source

Time to relax. Nobody cares if you are imperfect. We’re gonna keep calm whether your cake falls apart in a mess of buttercream and crumbs or wins Cake International.

Maybe someday I’ll even socialize a little bit. But let’s not get our hopes up.

Here is the recipe du jour:

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Peanut butter and jelly birthday layer cake

Makes one giant cake

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Strawberry cake (adapted from Baker Bettie)

Ingredients

93 grams ● silken tofu, blended until smooth ● ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons

61 grams ● nondairy milk ● ¼ cup

87 grams ● strawberry puree ● ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons

3 grams ● vanilla extract ● ¾ teaspoon

1 gram ● almond extract ● ¼ teaspoon

137 grams ● cake flour ● 1 cup

5 grams ● baking powder ● 1 teaspoon

2 grams ● salt ● ¼ teaspoon

113 grams ● sugar ● ½ cup plus 1 tablespoon

38 grams ● Earth Balance, softened and cut into small pieces ● 1/3 cup

Instructions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease one 9-inch baking pan and set aside.

In a small bowl, mix blended tofu, milk, strawberry puree, vanilla, and almond extract.

Add cake flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar to the bowl of a stand mixer and pulse a few times to combine. One piece at a time, add Earth Balance with mixer on low until the dough looks sandy—not doughy quite yet.

Add about half of the wet mixture and beat on low speed until combined, then increase speed and beat until light and fluffy. Add the remaining wet mixture on low speed and mix just until incorporated. The batter will look a bit curdled, and that’s okay.

Pour batter into prepared pan and bake for about 23 to 25 minutes, until an inserted toothpick comes out clean. Remove from baking pan after cooling for ten minutes. Allow to cool completely before using.

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Peanut butter cake (adapted from Pastry Affair)

Ingredients

60 grams ● vegetable oil ● ¼ cup

65 grams ● peanut butter ● ¼ cup

50 grams ● sugar ● ¼ cup

50 grams ● brown sugar ● ¼ cup, packed

93 grams ● silken tofu, blended until smooth ● ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons

3 grams ● vanilla extract ● ½ teaspoon

140 grams ● all-purpose flour ● 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons

5 grams ● baking powder ● 1 teaspoon

2 grams ● salt ● ½ scant teaspoon

122 grams ● nondairy milk ● ½ cup

Instructions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease one 9-inch cake pan and set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, beat together oil, peanut butter, sugar, and tofu until uniform. Add vanilla extract. In a separate bowl, sift together all-purpose flour, baking powder, and salt. Add flour mixture and milk in alternating additions, mixing until batter is uniform and smooth.

Pour batter into cake pan and bake for about 30 to 35 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Remove from baking pan after ten minutes. Cool completely before using.

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Strawberry curd (adapted from Healthy Happy Life)

Ingredients

122 grams ● nondairy milk (I used soy) ● ½ cup

60 grams ● water ● ¼ cup

16 grams ● cornstarch ● 1 tablespoon

75 grams ● sugar ● ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons

90 grams ● strawberry juice, fresh or bottled (or try using fresh puree) ● ¼ cup plus 2 tablespoons

2 grams ● lemon zest ● 1 teaspoon

71 grams ● Earth Balance or other vegan buttery spread ● 5 tablespoons

Instructions

Head on over to Healthy Happy Life to get the instructions, being sure to replace lemon juice with strawberry juice. Allow to cool completely before using.

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Peanut butter frosting (adapted from All Recipes)

Ingredients

113 grams ● Earth Balance, softened ● ½ cup

256 grams ● peanut butter ● 1 cup

45 grams ● nondairy milk ● 3 tablespoons

288 grams ● powdered sugar ● 2 ¼ cups

Salt to taste

Instructions

Place Earth Balance and peanut butter in the bowl of a stand mixer and beat until fluffy and lightened in color. Gradually add powdered sugar while the mixer is running on low, then increase speed and whip it like you mean it. Add nondairy milk to make it nice and spreadable, and sprinkle in some salt if you think it is too sweet.

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Strawberry frosting (adapted from Food Network)

Ingredients

56 grams ● Earth Balance ● ¼ cup

256 grams ● powdered sugar ● 2 cups

30 grams ● nondairy milk ● 2 tablespoons

3 grams ● vanilla extract ● ½ teaspoon

40 grams ● strawberry jam or preserves ● 2 tablespoons

Instructions

Place Earth Balance in the bowl of an electric stand mixer and beat until fluffy and light. Slowly add powdered sugar. Beat in nondairy milk, vanilla, and strawberry jam / preserves until thoroughly combined and fluffy and smooth and wonderful.

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Peanut praline (from Serious Eats)

Ingredients

220 grams ● brown sugar ● 1 cup, firmly packed

146 grams ● peanuts ● 1 cup

Instructions

Go to Serious Eats to get the complete recipe. Allow to cool completely before using.

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Assembly

Ingredients

1 layer strawberry cake

1 layer peanut butter cake

Strawberry curd

Peanut praline

Peanut butter frosting

Strawberry frosting

Instructions

Place peanut butter cake layer at the bottom of a nine inch springform pan. Smear strawberry curd all over that bitch, then top with peanut praline. Top with strawberry cake layer. Put the whole thing in the freezer until it is nice and hard and easy to frost.

To finish, frost the entire cake with peanut butter buttercream. At this point you can freeze the cake for another few minutes to harden up the frosting, or you can just go ahead and add strawberry frosting in stripes. Doesn’t really matter. Tastes good no matter what.

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Now, if you want to attempt this cake, be sure to measure the ingredients for the strawberry cake layer accurately. You’d think that would be a given by my lazy ass thought measuring was optional for a few ingredients, for some reason.

Wow. Fancy.

I’d also try using fresh strawberry puree instead of bottled strawberry juice, because frankly that store bought stuff is nasty. If you have a juicer, feel free to use that.

But it hardly matters. This cake was delicious. Was. Before we devoured it.

Even if it’s not perfect.

Banana oat breakfast pudding with peanut butter chocolate granola

There will be no cake today.

The monsoon of sadness brings many tears. source

Bacon polenta pancakes with peanut butter caramel

Bacon. Bacon bacon bacon. A love that never ends.

Probably the most monotonous and predictable thing about the internet is its love of bacon. It is literally a salt-cured piece of fat that works well in both sweet and savory contexts and possesses the most satisfying crispiness, thus fitting the basic criteria for deliciousness (as demonstrated in Salt Sugar Fat, which I found is basically a guidebook for making addictive food in the comfort of your own home)—so the fact that millions of people feel the need to worship this meat product both online and IRL is quite unsurprising. I am always shocked when someone says they don’t like bacon. Like my mom. My mom doesn’t like bacon. 

God, what a hipster. source

And, as expected, the most common rebuttal to a vegan or vegetarian diet is simply that. Bacon. Who can live without it? How can you stand to exist without consuming this one godly food?

Fortunately, bacon is probably one of the easiest foods to replicate. As I said, it is, to an untrained palate (like mine), a mass of salt and fat with a smoky flavor and pleasant crunch. Well damn if I can find something that is not dead animal flesh and possesses one of those attributes. 

Damn! source

The vegan Elvis sandwich

Hey folks! All negative four of you! Are you a human being? Have you been reading my shitty little blog? If so, you may have deduced a curious and suspicion-raising pattern—

¡ veganism !

Cue Jaws theme song.

All of the recipes I have posted thus far are completely free of animal products, and as such it is a completely reasonable to make the assumption that I, Baby June, am a vegan myself. If you made that assumption, congratulations. You possess the power of logic.

But that assumption is incorrect.

I am not a vegan.

Cue Jaws theme song, again.

I have, however, made an outright statement that I am underage. Therefore, I am financially dependent on my parents and can’t very well go out and buy myself a hummus wrap—partly due to my lack of money, partly due to that fact that because we are stereotypical suburbanites, it is quite difficult to get to a supermarket without a car. In these exotic parts, driver’s license + money = freedom. Or at least self-sufficiency.

And as such I am forced to depend on my parents for all of my basic needs, from food to shelter to food—and hot damn, my parents do not support veganism one bit. Not even vegetarianism. Admittedly, my mother buys soy milk for the protein content and will occasionally allow me a bag of those magical chia seeds from Trader Joe’s (as she sometimes puts those in her morning oatmeal). But ask for a block of tofu, and I will be on my knees begging before my wish is granted. Let us avoid the subject of nutritional yeast—or *gasp* processed substitutes—in this post so your appetite remains intact. 

I should write a book

I have been doing a lot of soul-searching lately. And by soul-searching I mean doing a fuck ton of hemming and hawing.

We’ve all said it at some point. I should write a book. That would make a great book. Ohmigodz, that would totes be a bestseller.

There are a lot of reasons to write a book. Creative expression. Truly brilliant ideas. A love for words. And then there are reasons not to write a book, including the often unheeded fact that most of us don’t know shit about novel-writing and are prone to believing we could give Aretha Franklin a run for her money if only we invested a bit of time into the effort. 

Oh, sure you could, honey. source