polenta plum cake
I’m not a big fan of flashy. I don’t know how to do blingy. But I can do humble pie. And I can DEFINITELY do humble cake. This is the cake equivalent of… Continue reading
I’m not a big fan of flashy. I don’t know how to do blingy. But I can do humble pie. And I can DEFINITELY do humble cake. This is the cake equivalent of… Continue reading
A few months ago, my friend Mirte took me to the magical city of Maastricht (remember our adventure?). After exploring every last charming cobblestoned alley, we reluctantly stepped on the train back to… Continue reading
This weather triggers three things: 1. introversion 2. plaintive songwriting 3. the visceral urge to make sticky toffee pudding thrice weekly. How is winter pushing your buttons?
It was just another Wednesday night around these parts. No turkey and no brine bath. No pies in the oven. No bread proofing. Instead of being jampacked with sweet potato ring and wild… Continue reading
This morning I had a glorious breakfast. Don’t hate me. What is this girl thinking? you ask, all bristly and indignant. I’m a grown-up and I don’t eat brownies for breakfast. Oh, friend. We… Continue reading
There comes a pause in the middle of a productive afternoon when one person turns and asks the other, “Shall we have a friendly?” A friendly is a moment of repose from study… Continue reading
When I promise the universe a luscious chocolate cake, the universe knows I will deliver. For years I’ve been making a dense flourless chocolate torte called Winning Hearts and Minds Cake. The singular… Continue reading
Quiche is a bastion of Western oomph! in my mother’s otherwise Asian kitchen. Growing up, quiche meant guests for lunch. Quiche also meant braving the risks involved in balancing a tin box oven… Continue reading
People get ready. Not only is this raw, vegan cheesecake a cinch to whip up, but it’s made with ingredients that nourish your body. This cake exists in a whole new universe, far… Continue reading
We made a cake last night, me and my trustiest baking pal. We zest oranges and sift flour. We watch through the spattered oven window as the layers golden, and we fan our… Continue reading