Use up all those summer damson plums with this showstopping cake.
Welcome to my blog. I document my adventures in travel, style, and food. Hope you have a nice stay!
All tagged cake
Use up all those summer damson plums with this showstopping cake.
Easy classic chocolate sheet cake, that can easily be made lactose-free. This chocolate cake with luscious chocolate buttercream frosting can be made into cupcakes or a layer cake, and will scratch anyone’s chocolate cake itch.
I’m about to make this cake for the third time in as many weeks. I made it to begin with because our wonderful au pair, our fourth (and best behaved) child, our lifesaver extraordinaire, Aurora, is in the middle of a love affair with sweet potatoes.
It’s dinner party season*, the season for heavy drinking and eating, the season for trying our best to be happy indoors.
I’ve forever been on the hunt for The Apple Cake. Like The Bran Muffin, the homemade version has always, invariably eluded me.
In my fitful sleep, I dream of lemons. Not just lemons. Limes, too. Lemon-lime flavored gummies and jello, cookies and cake. Lemon-scented candles, lime-scented cleaning supplies. Pretty much anything lemony and limey.
This isn’t the first orange cake* I’ve posted here and it won’t be the last: it’s far too easy to make and eat, and just bright enough when London lives up its wet hype.
The title of this post is so New England in autumn it hurts. Summer tans are all but faded and the last nice days are slipping away as the chill sets in. Heavy blankets, fallen leaves, my loud and constant complaining –
This cake converted a non-believer. Someone who, before tasting this cake, did not see the beauty in a kitchen counter top cake with a crumbly knife perched casually, innocently nearby.
Though we are up to our elbows in cookies, and time is running short, there is something more pressing to share. If you’re looking for something to bring to that holiday party that won’t cause heart disease (or be the only dessert left over), this is it.
The other day, my mom visited my brother and his girlfriend in Washington, D.C.
When I was pregnant with Stella, I completely lost my sweet tooth. I just wanted, as you may recall, pizza and pasta and pizza covered in pizza.
Just the other day, my precious 5-month-old went to daycare for the first time. It was a big moment for many reasons, not the least of which was that we’ve been on that waiting list since last February.
This may be obvious, but I like to bake. I find it soothing and rhythmic and, like so many of the finer things in life, it only gets better with time.
Life is very sweet at the moment. There are the thigh rolls, the hiccups, the squeaks and squawks, the first little smiles. So much sweetness I can hardly sleep at night lest I miss a few moments of staring in wonder.
Right now, I’ve got one of these babies in my freezer and the other lingering in my memory.
It’s pink lady season in Sydney, so I’m buying them in droves at our farmers market. This is, of course, an attempt to recover from pasta-pizza-prosciutto withdrawal, and to satisfy my by now ginormous belly.
I know, I know. Versatile Yogurt Cake? That name almost makes it sound like a cleaning product or a superhero.
While I’d consider myself a black raspberry chocolate chip, gingerbread molasses and banana oreo with jimmies in a cone, I’m married to a vanilla.