A mile high peanut butter banana cake with homemade fluff filling. Continue reading
A mile high peanut butter banana cake with homemade fluff filling. Continue reading
An easy layer “cake” that’s all about a stunning presentation. Continue reading
Actually, there’s nothing really inside out about this. I mean instead of chocolate on the outside in a glaze, I made it the cake. And instead of a white/vanilla cake I made a white chocolate vanilla glaze. So I guess it’s a backwards cake? I’m not really sure. I was really excited about it when I thought of it, though.
Hello Chitlins! Did you miss me? I hope so, I missed you. And boy do I have a treat for you this week!
If you take a glance up to the top of your screen where my banner is you may see a beautiful rose cake. This was the “lactard” friendly cake I made last year for my family’s annual boozefest/shopping trip that happens at my Aunt’s house. I have officially taken over lactard cake duties it seems and this year I did not slack.
I love layer cakes. Sorta.
I love the way they look when they’re all prettily decorated. And I love the slices sitting on a plate just waiting to be devoured.
And I really enjoy the process of baking them – and ohemgee you guys, cake batter? I mean, is there really anything better? (Maybe cookie dough. Okay, probably cookie dough. Or I guess it’s really a tie.)
Oh dear Chitlins. My kitchen is staging a mutiny against me again. I hope to wrangle it into submission soon, but in the meantime…
It’s Tuesday With Dorie! Yay! I was really excited for this recipe because I had just finished reading My Life in France and this is a FRENCH strawberry cake, c’est parfait! But then this past weekend I was putting together a cupcake order for Coach and half the wrappers peeled off my cupcakes so I didn’t fill the order all the way and sent The BF to work with some sad half-wrapped cupcakes (covered in sprinkles as a distraction).
So a well known fact about me amongst my friends is that I wrote my Master’s thesis on the history of the American wedding cake. I sort of stumbled upon the idea while frantically pawing books in the New York Public Library and came across an interesting article about Queen Victoria’s children’s wedding cakes. Unfortunately, Simon R. Charsley beat me to the British versions so I settled for American. A major component of my thesis was to gather as many recipes for wedding cake as I could. I now have a compendium of roughly 80 recipes spanning from the early 19th century up to the 1950s for both wedding cake and bride’s loaf/cake.
I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Chitlins: I am incredibly competitive. I am also a really, really sore loser. This would be great, if I were always good at things; but it turns out, quite frequently in fact, that I am not so good at a lot of things. Ask The BF. We both grew up playing cribbage {seriously, I swear we’re both tiny grumpy men trapped in 20-something bodies, well 30-something for him
}. So when we went up to Vermont for Christmas two years ago he challenged me to a cribbage match; a match that spanned an entire week. Not only did he beat me, several times, he also skunked me twice. I now refuse to play him in cribbage.
Big win for the G-Men last night, huh folks? Very exciting game. Though to be honest I was exhausted after having spent almost five hours yesterday afternoon frantically making two tons of food, of which only a half a ton was eaten. {grumpy face} And now we’re moving on Valentine’s Day treats. Does anyone else remember when the Super Bowl wasn’t right on top of Valentine’s Day and you had some time to breathe between the two events? Yeah, me neither. Continue reading

This is actually the cake I made for my father's birthday almost three years ago. It just turned out *a lot* prettier than the one I made Samson. Oops.
Remember that time when I professed my love for birthdays? Turns out, I know a lot of people with September birthdays. I made not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 birthday celebration goodies in September. Phew! That’s a lot of baked birthday paraphernalia. Don’t get me wrong, I love every minute of it. Except for that last one. Where I was up at 10:30 at night on a Monday after a very long and exhausting weekend, still nowhere near finishing a cake I had promised to deliver the next day. [sigh] C’est la vie.
So The BF’s roommate had his birthday on the same day as my good friend and neighbor A. Just my luck. So I made cupcakes for A. the Friday before and then a cake for Samson on the following Monday. With A. I knew right away what I wanted to make her (post to follow soon!) but with Samson I had to ask. So I shot him an e-mail about a week before his birthday telling him to send me ideas. I got one: Carrot Cake. With ice cream (oops I left out the ice cream). Fabulous. I had the perfect recipe. It’s my dad’s favorite and I’ve made it once before (albeit with a few hiccups) and I heard tell it was amazing.