When I think of “romance tips,” I think of those taglines on the front of womens’ magazines. I remember being like twelve always reading them and being curious what it meant to use your tongue in such and such way and what “surprising him” really meant. I sort of can’t believe I was sort of allowed to read those magazines at that age and not allowed to watch rated R movies but whatever.
As an adult, I can now say the one thing you should do to infuse romance into your relationship is not any of those things (I mean, I’m sure they work) but the real thing is to laugh. And a lot. Not like just a chuckle here and there but like really laugh. Laugh so hard tears are rolling down your face. And talk about everything and anything all the time, which most likely will lead to more laughing. And nothing is more funny and more unexpected than pantsing your bf/gf when they least expect it.
I was reading this book called Cooking by Hand one night and came across a description of a recipe (there are barely any photos in the book) called zuccotto. I liked the name and said it like I was an old Italian man: “zuccccotoo!” V exaggerated, you know?
It sounded really interesting: a dessert made with slices of poundcake and put into a mold and stuffed with whipped cream. I did some googling and came across this really fun video of this man making his with lady fingers and flavoring the ricotta with amaretto, chocolate, marscapone and nuts and fruit. When he removed it from the bowl, it looked amazing!
I was sold. I made this with poundcake instead of lady fingers and I stuffed it with a few different flavored ricottas.
I’m currently watching Little Women over and over with a million blankets over me. It’s legit cold in LA, like, maybe colder than New York and other parts of the east coast. WEIRD! But I’m not complaining, I love it, please continue this, LA.
Not sure if you noticed but it’s December and the world has been taken over by gingerbread houses and buche de noels and hot toddies. I’ve been out of town for the past few weekends so the next few days are my first time heading into to holiday soirees.
If you, too, are looking to make something chill and delicious, here are some options:
I’m back from Portland and currently flying my body to Boston for a book signing and wreath-making workshop. I actually really love traveling during the holidays. I love the shitty Christmas lights and decorations in stores and in airports. I think it’s because it reminds me of Home Alone.
If you haven’t heard, SERIAL just dropped season 2. I kinda wish they just posted all of the episodes like Netflix does. I mean, part of me doesn’t because I wouldn’t get anything else done but you know what I mean!
Let’s talk about hot buttered baba au rhums! When Billy came to my house the other day so we could test these, he was like what the hell is that. I explained that they’re kinda like a French version of a tres leches cake and it all made sense to him. (Billy was also Mexican in his past life because he knows more about Thalia and Mexican pop culture than anyone I know.)
If you’ve never made this cake there are a few things to keep in mind:
1. This batter is very wet. Like, you might think I’m playing a joke on you or you made a huge mistake but you didn’t!
2. This cake is yeasted. But it’s a million times simpler than making any form of dough because there’s no forming of any kind. The first rise doesn’t even have to be transferred to a clean bowl. It’s very hands off.
3. This cake is very dry…that is until you but all that hot buttered rum business on top. That’s the good stuff.
I’ve always wanted to make madeleines because as a kid I was obsessed with the Madeline book series.
“In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines …”
Whenever I misbehaved, my parents loved to threaten to send me to boarding school but because of Madeline, I was actually like, Ok, send me to boarding school—it looks like fun!
In my brain, boarding school was a place where I’d get to hang out with my friends and study together and play lacrosse together and wear knee high socks.
I went to catholic school my whole life so I was used to nun. All the scary nun stories that older people loved to tell me never had an affect on me because all the sisters at my school were so nice; I was never hit with a ruler or told to stand in the corner.
Fun fact: Amelia was almost named Madeline. It was between the Amelia Bedelia books and the Madeline books.
I feel like Amelia is closer to Amelia Bedelia’s personality (read: a hot mess) than Madeline so I think it’s a good choice.
Happy Birthday. You’re one year older, one year wiser, more cute and hopefully a bit calmer. Because man, were you a psycho as a puppy.
Sometimes when I look at you I wonder if a human has ever loved a dog as much as I love you. I sometimes wonder if my love can be so strong it can hurt you. And then I think about how bratty and spoiled you are and I begin to think yes.
Regardless, I have a whole lot of things to thank you for. Here’s an on-going list.
1. Thank you for sitting on my feet and keeping them warm.
2. Thank you for waking me up every.single.morning v v early. This means I never have to set an alarm and am more productive so I can make more money to buy you bones.
3. Thank you for always eating all the crumbs off the kitchen floor. Because of you, I have to sweep a whole lot less…except for your hair, which is a whole other thing.
4. Thank you for barking when we sometimes hear scary noises. Maybe you’ve scared a robber or two away, who knows.
5. Thank you for always sitting next to me when I’m crying.
6. Thank you for loving peanut butter as much as me…and bread and popcorn and tortilla chips.
7. Thank you for needing lots of walks. I’m better off now.
8. Thank you for having paws that smell like Fritos. They always remind me how much I love those chips.
9. Thank you for being so friendly with strangers. It’s a reminder that strangers are good and a person can never have too many friends.
10. Thank you for loving so freely and openly and reminding me that the smallest moments in life are the ones I should keep close.
Happy Birthday, Amelia!
This recipe is adapted from the Grain-Free Doggie Doughnuts I have in The Year of Cozy. I basically doubled that recipe and BAM. Cake!
This recipe is completely grain-free, using garbanzo flour (just FYI it’s way cheaper at the store than on Amazon, I just included this link as reference). High in protein and cheap in price, it’s a good alternative. This cake bakes on a Baking Sheet” target=”_blank”>half baking sheet and then you cut the cakes out using a round cutter. If you don’t have a cutter that’s circular, you could also use a knife and make little square cakes. SO CUTE!
The frosting is a combination of Greek yogurt and honey. It has no thickener in it so it’s a bit runnier than human frosting. This cake is topped with a bit of unsweetened coconut flakes.
This is either a very inspiration recipe for you or you think I’m incredibly strange and weird. And you’re right. I’ll be back on Wednesday with a human recipe that’s pretty near and dear to my lil’ heart.
I have this sort of minor, sort of not minor obsession with speciality baking pans. I have one that’s shaped like a big ass dog bone; there’s another one in case you wanna make a gigantic doughnut; and then there are all my ornate bundt pans. I like them!
I’m always a bit hesitant to buy them (I mean, I still do) because many of you might not want to purchase them and then does that mean you can’t make the recipe? Sometimes the answer is yes, unfortunately. But not with this pan!
The person who was designing this was using their brain because it uses the same amount of batter as a typical 9×5-inch loaf of anything. So, that means if you don’t want to buy this pan, you can simply make a larger pound cake and all will be good in your world. It also means, if you do buy this pan, you can rest assured that you can reuse this pan to make mini banana breads, zucchini breads…the sky is the limit.Thank you, human, who was using their brain when they designed this!
Can we talk about how much I love lebneh frosting? It’s almost like a more tart version of cream cheese icing. This is a cross between a glaze and a frosting.
Cornbread makes my face turn into that heart-eyed emoji that I use like every single day of my life to express myself. I sort of wish I could write a whole blog post in emojis because today is one of those days when I feel like I have nothing to say. Do you have those days? When you’re sort of like, here’s a recipe for such and such BYEEEE!
This week has been hot hot in Los Angeles and I’ve been avoiding my oven like the plague. The only that that could even remotely tempt me is this cornbread because it’s more like cake than bread. And I’m not mad about that.
I know southerners are super finnicky about their cornbread but I like mine this way: a little sweet, a little spicy and soft. I like to use corn flour over corn meal. It’s more fluffy and soft. If you can’t find corn flour, by all means, use cornmeal—it’ll work. I’ve been searching for a recipe for cornbread that’s more cake like and when I found this one, I figured it would probably need a ton of work, but it’s kind of perfect.
Today is National Big Ass Doughnut Day, did you know that?!
You didn’t know that because it’s not. I would just like it to be. Or maybe I’m just tired of reading about anything national day and this is my way of being a brat about it.
Regardless, there’s a big doughnut just waiting to be made. It starts with a big doughnut pan set. I know. It sucks but it really does require a special pan. A bundt pan will do in a pinch. Luckily, the pan is pretty cheap.
Another thing that is required (yet fun) are homemade BIG sprinkles. Because a big doughnut needs sprinkles that are appropriate in size. So, let’s make homemade sprinkles. Of course, if you’re feeling especially lazy, you can just pour da regular kind on. NO SHAME!
I doubled my chocolate baked doughnut recipe and followed the ratios for the recipe for sprinkles from Food52. If you’ve never made sprinkles before, they are about a million times easier than you would think.
I’m currently battling the worst summer thing ever: the summer cold. Is there anything worse? Yes, there is. But this sucks. All I want to do is lay in bed right now and wrap myself in covers but then I get hot and frustrated and want some iced tea.
This carrot cake comes from earlier this week when I was psycho enough to turn on the oven. I actually turn on the oven all the time because it’s sort of my job, but you get the idea! My mantra is this: don’t turn on the oven for anything that isn’t fun to eat.