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Crippling Anxiety…Oh And Pumpkin Cake…Oh And Hi Again, Guys

This is what my apartment currently looks like. It's been a week and a half since we moved in. Maybe this will explain the following paragraphs.
This is what our apartment currently looks like. It’s been a week and a half since we moved in. Maybe this will explain the following paragraphs.

I hesitated before ever stepping virtual foot on (in?) this blog again. It’s not that I hate it, or you, or baking. Quite the opposite on all points, in fact. I just sort of hate me right now. Allow me to explain.

So… wait. Now I’m not sure I want to explain. Too bad I’ve already started typing. It’s not like there’s a delete option or anything. Hashtag sarcasm? I didn’t do that correctly did I?

Okay. Here goes. I have seriously bad anxiety. I always have, but I think maybe it was something I just didn’t really feel like ever acknowledging, not because there’s anything wrong with anxiety in and of itself, but I have a whole other grab-bag of problems that have all already conspired to eff with me. I don’t know that my overloaded brain could have handled accepting this crap as well. But anyway, anxiety. Bad. Always. I used to bawl in class, outside of class, on the way home from school, if I got anything less than an A on a test. The day I got a ZERO on an Advanced Mathematics test in the fifth grade I hyperventilated so badly that I think my father avoided me for hours after I returned home, not because he was angry, but because HE was scared of ME and what my weird, crazy, totally unhealthy reaction would be. I’ve put myself in the emergency room with panic attacks like three times, I’ve cried over minor mistakes at work, and I’ve spilled boiling-hot tea over myself because my hands were shaking too badly to properly hold the cup. I have the scar to prove it. I’m ridiculous.

Uh-oh! Hilario.
Uh-oh! Hilario.

All of that is extremely humiliating to type. But since my last post, there have been a lot, and I mean a LOT of events that have caused major freak-outs on my part and possibly made other people want to slyly inject me with elephant quaaludes to S me TFU. I feel like a ton of major happenings have caused me to face all of the negative feelings I’ve ever had about myself– from my birthday to our big move into a new apartment to quite a few people I love taking major steps in their lives while I’m worried about where the f*%k to find cheap Space Bags for a bunch of unnecessary crap. Can you feel the anxious, readers?

So now I’m sitting here wondering why I typed all of that out. Hm. Well. I…don’t know? I think a part of me just wants a hug and some understanding and for people to tell me that, no, everyone does not hate me and wish ill on me (a thought that I inexplicably and irrationally carry around with me on a daily basis), and that yes, things will eventually get better. Please just don’t tell me to calm the frig down. That’s like telling a 3 year old not to eat the raw chocolate batter. I’ll eat the batter.

I am sure that not baking for OVER A MONTH (!) has contributed to my current state. Boxes and boxes of still-packed items be damned, I am ignoring you in favor of the baking ingredients I miraculously found before anything else (including my toothbrush ;)). Pumpkin cake (because AUTUMN) in a mason jar (because I unpacked those and it sounded cool), let’s be friends.

Pumpkin cake In A Jar (I made two pint-size jars. You could use the same ingredients and fit these into four pint-size jars, but since I like living on the edge I really packed the batter in there)

adapted from Serious Eats

1/3 cup of butter, softened

1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons white sugar

1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons brown sugar

2 large eggs

1 cup pumpkin puree

1/3 cup of water

1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour

1/4 teaspoon of baking powder

1/2 teaspoon of salt

1/2 teaspoon of ground cloves

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

1 cup chocolate chips, optional and super worth it

Preheat the oven to 325ºF and grease as many jars of varying sizes as you’d like to use. You can basically use any glass jar you have, but I picked pint-sized ones because they’re gigantic and I believe in generous/unrealistic single-serve portions.

Cream the butter by hand or using an electric mixer until fluffy, then add in sugars until smooth. Beat eggs in, one at a time, until fully incorporated. Stir in the pumpkin puree and water, and set aside.

In a large bowl, stir together flour, baking powder, salt and spices. Add dry mixture to the pumpkin mixture, stirring until completely combined. Add in chocolate chips if desired.

I swear I mixed this completely, just wanted to get a picture before my battery died and... I'm an excellent blogger.
I swear I mixed this completely, just wanted to get a picture before my battery died and… I’m an excellent blogger.

Pour batter evenly into jars– and keep lids and rings OFF while baking. The original recipe says to fill jars a bit more than halfway, which I would now agree with, even though I just straight up disobeyed this order when I made mine. So…don’t be alarmed by the pictures. Place either on a baking sheet or directly on oven rack, carefully, and bake for 30 minutes if you’re using tiny jars and 45 minutes if you’re using pint-size jars (use your judgment for sizes in between. For example, start watching 8-ounce jars around the 35-minute mark for doneness).

Remove from oven and let cool. If you’re not eating the cakes right away (or you’re a nice person and want to gift these to a special someone), place a square of wax paper around the top of each cake, then place lids on jars. Otherwise, just have at them mercilessly.

One of these is a blue mason jar. I felt like that needed to be stated.
One of these is a blue mason jar. I felt like that needed to be stated.

Thoughts? I mean…fancy! If I were so inclined, I’d certainly make these again, fill them just enough to close them, and ship them off to my favorite people. Expect to see more of this type of dessert here, if you can stomach all of the emo emo emo that will precede it. 😉

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Do Not Yell Fire In A Crowded Theatre. Do Yell Fire When You Set Your Cake Aflame.

Yeah…so we’ll get to that.

Originally my next post was going to be about buttermilk panna cotta. It’s easy, delicious and because I’m cray cray I like to write about things just after I’ve made them. I think it’s because I’m afraid that if I skip the panna cotta post and go directly to writing about the thing I made after it the panna cotta will re-form in my fridge, let itself out and coagulate all over my sleeping body. That is creepy, crazy, weird and disgusting and I deeply apologize.

I think I sort of just forgot about the panna cotta since I made it so long ago and have been slacking on posts. Then, a few weeks later during an adventurous trip to Duane Reade (we all have those, don’t we New Yorkers?), I decided to purchase some seasonal mistakes called Pumpkin Hershey’s Kisses. They were, as I sort of suspected, horrible. I keep a chocolate drawer at work, and pretty much everyone who opens it to grab something sweet gives these things the evil side eye and walks away. The drawer glowed orange until I decided to take these things home and try to work with them in thumbprint cookies. The result is below (please shield your eyes/the eyes of your children if you’re prudish or too young for this):

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Boob cookies. I had accidentally made boob cookies. And once I realized what my baked treats were beginning to look like, I tried to add some variety by shoving mini-Snickers bars onto some cookies and averting my eyes very quickly and quietly. No matter, as the cookies still came out looking….like they looked. They also kind of sucked. No pun intended. Oh dear.

Whew. Well. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s move on to our star dessert, shall we? So this past Sunday was my birthday, and since I am kind of nerdy and like to bake things that I probably have no business baking, I decided to tackle making my own birthday cake. This is not sad or pathetic, but is instead empowering, fun, and super dangerous (more on that later). Let us begin.

S’mores Cake (because we don’t play)

adapted from Serious Eats

For the cake

1 cup of unsalted butter, softened, plus more for greasing pan

2 1/4 cups of all-purpose flour

1/3 cup of cornstarch

2 teaspoons of cinnamon

4 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder

1/2 teaspoon of salt

1 3/4 cups of superfine sugar

2 teaspoons of vanilla extract OR 2 teaspoons of coffee liqueur (I used the latter and highly recommend)

4 medium or 3 large eggs

1 1/4 cups of milk

For the Chocolate Ganache Filling

3 ounces of finely chopped dark chocolate

1/2 cup of heavy cream

3 teaspoons of light brown sugar

For the Swiss Meringue

2/3 cup of egg whites

2 cups of superfine sugar

Preheat your oven to 350ºF and grease and line three 8-inch round cake pans with parchment paper (or, if you don’t have these, you can use a 10-inch springform pan instead and end up spending more than twice as much time in front of your oven like I did. I would not recommend this). In a medium bowl, sift together your flour, cornstarch, cinnamon, baking powder and salt and set aside.

Place butter in a large bowl, and using an electric mixer on high speed, whip butter until smooth. Add in sugar and beat until light and fluffy, which should take about 5 minutes. Add vanilla if you want and if you have it. If you don’t, might I recommend this? :

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I have what can only be described as a deep appreciation for this yummy liqueur. It’s just beautiful, and will work wonders in this cake. Anyway, yeah, totally add this in if you have any on hand. Then, with your mixer at medium speed, add eggs one at a time, beating after each addition, until fully mixed.

Now, with mixer on low, alternate between adding in the flour mixture and adding in the milk, beginning and ending with the flour mixture. Pour evenly into pans and bake for 30 to 35 minutes, until the cake is golden brown and springs back lightly when touched. Cool the cakes in their pans for 10 minutes, then allow to cool completely on wire racks.

Now, let’s take a break from instructions for a hot second so I can tell you a little bit about my process. As I mentioned, I did not have enough pans to make a three-layer cake. So, genius that I am, I decided to use one very deep springform pan and divide the cake into layers myself once it baked. This basically tacked on about 45 extra minutes to my baking time, and freaked me out so immensely that I ran away from the cake and let my boyfriend do the separating.

I think it's pretty funny that he's basically treating this thing like a wheel of cheese. Also, this method will leave you with two layers, not three.
I think it’s pretty funny that he’s basically treating this thing like a wheel of cheese. Also, this method will leave you with two layers, not three.

Boyfriend also noticed that I was so stressed out about this cake– like a total freaking weirdo, I know– that I wasn’t breathing, and sent me away from the kitchen for a good twenty minutes. I don’t know why I told you that. I just did. Problems. They are mine.

Now, let’s work on that ganache, shall we? It’s very, very simple. Place chocolate in a small, heat-proof bowl and set aside. Place heavy cream and brown sugar in a small saucepan over medium heat and bring just to a boil. Remove from heat and immediately pour over chocolate. Let mixture stand for a couple of minutes, then gently stir everything together until the mixture becomes glossy. Chill until slightly thickened and cooled, but not set.

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Spread the ganache across the tops of all three layers. If you happen to have graham cracker crumbs or cookie crumbs from boob cookies you made and hated, I’d recommend sprinkling these on top of the ganache. Set aside and get ready to make some meringue.

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To make your meringue, place egg whites and sugar in a large heatproof bowl and set over a pan of simmering water. Whisk constantly until the sugar dissolves and the egg whites are warm. Remove from heat and, with an electric mixer, whip the egg whites until stiff peaks form. Once you’ve made your meringue, make sure to work quickly with it, as it begins to stiffen up pretty fast.

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To assemble, place one layer of cake down on a cake plate and spread the top with meringue. Stack the second layer on top, repeat, and finish with third layer. Then, spread meringue all over sides and top of cake until completely covered. No need to make this look pretty, since it probably already kind of does with all of the meringue-peaks.

Now, once you’ve covered the cake, you can lightly brown it using a blowtorch or try to set the whole friggin’ top of it on fire by using your oven’s broiler like I did.

Okay. Let me explain. So I’d decided to try using the broiler because I’d read multiple reputable sources stating that this was the best way to get an even, light browning all over a meringue. That’s probably true, only I somehow did not realize that setting the top of the cake so close to the broiler would result in the cake becoming a fire pit. And I was watching the damn thing through the oven window like a hawk. Fires happen quickly. 😦

Fortunately, my boyfriend and I salvaged the cake before any real damage was done. He began picking burnt pieces off of the top and eating them happily. I joined in because I was sad and had decided to eat all of my feelings. Mercifully not too much damage was done to the cake….even if it did end up with a face only its baker could love:

That thing on top should be an elephant, but what about this cake has been perfect thus far?
That thing on top should be an elephant, but what about this cake has been perfect thus far?

So yes, I was a bit down over having set my cake on fire. My mood, however, picked up a few hours later when my lovely BF surprised me with dinner and drinks with my sister and best friends, who all really loved this cake. And not, like, pity love. Like second and third helpings and doggie bags full of to-go pieces love.

Yes, yes I was slightly inebriated when I cut this cake.
Yes, yes I was slightly inebriated when I cut this cake.

I’m still picking at what I managed to save. And believe it or not, I think I may have found my favorite cake in this thing. All in all, a wonderful birthday. Thank you, lovely people ❤

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They’re Laughing At Me. Not With Me. That’s Cool, Because I Have All The Ice Cream.

There’s this article and picture of a crying baby elephant circulating around the ‘nets. I briefly considered posting it here but…too sad, even for this blog. I think the elephant is crying because his wench mother keeps stomping on him and generally just hating on his greatness. You’re probably thinking that I’m about to say that I’m the baby elephant and the world is the baby elephant’s mother. I wasn’t going to say that, but if you were to think that you’d be totes right. MY LUCK SUCKS.

I could go on, but let’s just say that I’m worried and sad about moving, money and all of the people I love and miss and never get to see. If I haven’t seen you in a while, know that it’s not because I do not love you. It’s because the universe does not love friendship. 😦

And now to cheer you all up. Lately, as many of you have noticed, I have tried to position a random, usually uplifting/funny photo somewhere at the beginning of my posts. Today will be no different, aside from the “random” part. Once you’ve all caught your breath and gotten your bearings back, I’ll meet you after the below photo:

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Are you good yet? You can thank me later for the incredible abdominal workout you got from laughing hysterically at the above. Just for the hell of it, allow me to explain.

When I was little, my very best friend at the time and I were, like most very best friends, completely inseparable. I wanted to do everything she did, and since she wanted to go to modeling school (Jesus Christ on a whole wheat cracker, I truly cannot believe I am sharing this), so did I. As you can see from the above picture in which I am apparently dressed like a miniature popcorn salesman–and yes, I did say salesman, thanks mom for the unfortunate pageboy haircut– with an affinity for People Magazine, I did not make it very far in the catalogue model game. Before you ask, no I have no idea where that outfit went, but I imagine it now resides in a special little nook in Hell. Special thanks to my dear younger sister for sending along this gem. Sylvapotamus, if you’re reading this, obviously you can name your price for the rest of these photos, because sadly I know there are more.

Whew. So. Now that I’ve lifted you all up, or at least made you laugh at my expense, let me depress you by reminding you that summer is pretty much just totally over. That’s insane, right? I still feel like I never even completely got a summer. Maybe that’s why I insisted on randomly making an ice cream pie just as the temperature started to drop. Whatevs. You’re going to want to, too.

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Key Lime Ice Cream Pie (no ice cream maker required!)

adapted from Serious Eats

For the crust:

10 graham crackers

1/2 teaspoon of salt

3 tablespoons of sugar

5 tablespoons of butter, melted and cooled

For key lime ice cream:

1/2 cup of key lime juice (regular is fine if you don’t have key lime)

1 tablespoon of lime zest, plus a bit more for garnish

3/4 cup of sweetened condensed milk

1 cup of heavy cream

1/4 teaspoon of salt

Now, let’s start with your crust. Preheat the oven to 350ºF. In the bowl of a food processor, pulse together graham crackers, sugar and salt until powdery. Pour butter in and continue to pulse until a coarse meal is formed, stopping to scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed.

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Transfer your crumbs to a pie plate and press evenly into the sides and bottom of your pan. Refrigerate the mixture for about 15 minutes, then bake for about 15 minutes until the crust is dark and takes on a nutty aroma. Remove and cool completely, then freeze until ready to use.

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For your ice cream, in a large bowl, whisk together key lime juice, lime zest, condensed milk and cream. Stir until thick, which should take about a minute, and then salt the mixture to taste.

Pour your ice cream mixture evenly into the pie crust, smoothing out the top with a rubber spatula, and then freeze until the mixture is firm, 2 to 3 hours. To serve, allow the pie to sit out and soften for about five minutes, then garnish with more zest and serve this baby.

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So this was AMAZING, obviously. It’s key lime ice cream. It’s ice cream sans ice cream maker. That cuts the time between me thinking about the ice cream and me making the ice cream in half. That also cuts the expense in I don’t know how many (math schmath), since ice cream makers are hella expensive. But yes, if you miss summer like I miss summer, you need this thing in your life. Immediately.

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Bad Things Happen In Threes. Lemonade Jellies Happen In Ramekins. I Happen…To Be Freaking Out.

Last weekend I was strolling along the Hudson River with my boyfriend when the skies opened up and dumped a monsoon on us. Fortunately, there was a random tent nearby that we and a bunch of other drenched pedestrians discovered at precisely the right moment. The rain lasted about ten minutes, and then this happened.

rainbow

That, I thought, was a signal that all would be fine.

Instead, it ended up being a semicircular, multicolored middle finger directed squarely at me.

I’m not sure how comfortable I am talking about the exact three bad things that have happened. There may be even more than three, but typing them all out might result in me freaking out even more than I already have in the past, oh, six weeks or so. Yep. Six weeks of on-and-off nonsense.

This past week has been one of the most trying I’ve experienced in about seven years. I’ve had to deal with disturbed individuals whom I’ve never met contacting me through this blog, using something that’s very dear to me to basically, well, harass. You all know how well I deal with scary fools coming after me. It’s not cool. Plus, I am a boring person. Trust. I am also sort of broke, really quiet and pretty reserved until I am hungry or SUUUUPER pissed off. There is really nothing to be gained from randomly lobbing the crazy this way. So, if you’re reading this with the sole purpose of, I don’t know, being mean or causing trouble, this way to the egress.

Sylvapotamus has left the country for the week, leaving me stranded and lost and even sadder than I would be had she not left. Somebody help! Tell me a joke. A good one. Or a bad one, I don’t care. Just give me something to work with, people! I’ll give you a delicious, healthy, addictive dessert in return!

Basil Lemonade Jellies (makes six 1/2 cup servings)

adapted from Serious Eats

3/4 cup of freshly-squeezed lemon juice (about 4 to 5 large lemons)

1/2 cup of sugar

1 1/2 cups of basil leaves, loosely packed

1/2 cup of no-pulp orange juice

3 teaspoons of powdered gelatin

Fresh whipped cream or ice cream to serve, optional

6 small basil leaves for garnish, optional

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In a medium-sized saucepan, stir together lemon juice, 1 1/2 cups of water, and sugar over medium heat until the mixture reaches a boil. Stir until the sugar completely dissolves.

Tear basil leaves roughly and place in a small glass or metal bowl. Pour lemon juice mixture over basil leaves and let steep for at least 15 minutes.

Pour orange juice in a small saucepan and sprinkle gelatin over the top. Let sit for five minutes, then place pan over medium heat, stirring until gelatin is dissolved. Remove from heat.

Strain the basil out of the lemon juice mixture and stir juice into the gelatin-OJ mixture. Pour into six small ramekins or a 1-quart dish. Refrigerate until softly set, at least two hours, then serve, either with ice cream or whipped cream. I recommend ice cream. Or nothing. Or just not even thinking about it and going to town on these.

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So I cut the sugar down from what the original recipe called for, and I am so glad I did. The basil flavor came through very nicely, giving the jellies a very complex flavor. The tartness of the jellies combined with the sweet, cold creaminess of the vanilla ice cream I used made for a perfect, perfect summer dessert. I cannot wait to make these again.

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Note: The below was just brought to my attention, explaining almost all of the heartache I’ve been experiencing lately.

Oh f*ck you, Stamos.

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It’s A Marshmallow World. A Lemony, Lovely, Marshmallow Bleepin’ World.

Um, guys? It’s, like, the end of May right? Because… I wore a hat yesterday. And I wasn’t trying to be chic and awesome, I was trying to be warm. This is getting kind of ridiculous, so I’d very much like for someone to pass my displeasure on to whomever might be in charge of the weather. Thanks very much.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about things. I feel like, uh, things have just been moving nonstop for the past few months. I seriously cannot recall the last time I felt like it was okay to just take a breath, lounge around in my ridiculous shipwreck-type attire (my pajama pants ripped like a million months ago but I am too attached to them and too lazy to buy a new pair) and do absolutely nothing. Does anyone else feel like it’s been a particularly busy season? And it’s not even like I’m suddenly really popular or anything, because I think I remain in the “pretty likeable except when she’s hungry” category. I haven’t miraculously skyrocketed to “amazingly perfect and I need to constantly hang out with her” status, nor do I ever want to, to be honest. I think I’d hate that lady.

Truth be told, most of the happenings that have kept me from lazing about like the sloth I wish I were are good happenings.

This post is dedicated to the person represented by the above photo. That's a fancy way of saying my boyfriend prefers to keep his face a secret/animated for this blog.
This post is dedicated to the person represented by the above photo. That’s a fancy way of saying my boyfriend prefers to keep his face a secret/animated for this blog.

The most recent of those good happenings happened to be my boyfriend’s 35th birthday. Now, I almost always hate getting mushy on this blog, but, well, you know… I talk about the dude a lot. Seriously, in addition to being the person who (sometimes begrudgingly) puts up with flour-covered counters and maple-syrup-sticky floors, he’s the handsomest, most talented, best big buddy I have. J, I couldn’t ask for a better roommate–thanks for continuing to let me interrupt you while you’re leisurely reading, keeping you from ever finishing a book in one sitting. I hope to continue this terrible, rude tradition with you for many years to come.

Such things, they call for cake, no?

Now, I’d obviously asked the boy what kind of cake he wanted and gave him very fancy choices until he basically told me I needed to cool my Air India jets and K.I.S.S. (except he did not utter the last “S” since he knows homegirl don’t play that). So, we kept it simple…sweetheart. Lemon cake. Marshmallow frosting. Lots of love and kisses. Let’s do this.

Actually before we do this, I have to share this picture. I live with a neat freak and have no idea how he puts up with me and this hot, hot mess. Um...happy birthday, love?
Actually before we do this, I have to share this picture. I live with a neat freak and have no idea how he puts up with me and this hot, hot mess. Um…happy birthday, love?

Lemon Layer Cake with Marshmallow Frosting (adapted from here and here)

For the cake

2 cups of all-purpose flour, spooned and leveled

1 teaspoon of baking powder

1/2 teaspoon of baking soda

1/2 teaspoon of salt

1 1/2 cups granulated sugar

1/2 cup of butter, softened

3 large eggs

1 cup of nonfat buttermilk, or 1 teaspoon of vinegar mixed with close to a cup of skim milk (let sit for 5 minutes if using this)

2 tablespoons finely grated lemon zest

2 tablespoons freshly-squeezed lemon juice

For the frosting

4 egg whites

1 cup of granulated sugar

1/2 cup of light corn syrup

1 tablespoon of vanilla extract

Pinch of salt

Preheat your oven to 350°F, and grease and flour two 8-inch round cake pans, then line the bottoms of pans with parchment paper. Coat paper with butter and set aside.

In a medium-sized bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt, and set aside.

In the bowl of a stand mixer or using a hand mixer, beat together butter and sugar at medium speed until fluffy, about 5 minutes. Beat in eggs, one at a time, then alternately mix in a portion of flour mixture and buttermilk, beginning and ending with the flour mixture.

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Lastly, beat in lemon zest and juice until all ingredients are fully combined.

Divide the batter evenly between two cake pans, then bake on the middle rack for approximately 32 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a cake comes out clean.

Cool cake in pans for 10 minutes, then remove to wire racks to cool completely.

Now, let’s move on to this frosting. Please note, and this is IMPORTANT, you need to have a cool cake for this. Not, like, awesome, because, duh… it already is. But cool as in recently removed from the refrigerator. Since marshmallow frosting is pretty delicate, it needs a cool surface to rest on, so cool these cakes out.

Now, place a large (and I do mean large, since the frosting will double in size once you start mixing) metal or glass bowl atop a large saucepan filled with barely simmering water. Place all ingredients in bowl, and beat on high speed using a hand mixer.

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Beat until the mixture is thick and fluffy. This will take about 7 minutes so…have a spotter? Remove from heat, and continue to mix until the frosting has cooled slightly. SONY DSC

Using a flat spatula, generously frost the top of one cake, then top with the other cake. Lovingly plop down lots and lots of frosting and start spreading. Really, just go crazy. If you’re lucky, you’ll have tons of frosting leftover to do unspeakable things with. Sorry.

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Isn’t she pretty, balanced precariously on that counter top? Fortunately, I was able to keep it from being a bit too simple thanks to some fun cookie cutters I received as a Christmas present (thanks, Sylvapotamus!):

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Oh…I hope it’s obvious that my boyfriend’s name is Jim. I feel like I’ve never mentioned that before, but I guess it would be awkward and rude if another man’s name topped my boyfriend’s cake. But it’s Jim, and that’s a heart. And that’s because I love Jim.

I wish I had taken a picture of the inside of the cake, but, um, we were at a bar with a bunch of his friends and I was inebriated. Sorry. I feel like I have to be honest with you guys because I love you all. But I’m really relieved to say the cake turned out amazingly well. I even caught my boyfriend stealing a couple more pieces and had the waitress try a piece and give it a thumbs-up. I also enjoyed it but don’t expect you to believe me because… drunk.