This pie is the first of the handful of pies I’ll be sharing this weekend. And at the very end of the week, I’ll be doing a lil’ round-up of my favorites of all-time. There are quite a few pies on this blog.
First up: Black-Bottomed Pecan Pie…with NO CORN SYRUP.
Today is the day that we get to talk about one of my favorite’s new book, Whip It Up. Billy is a good friend of mine, Amelia’s uncle, reality TV enthusiast and all around cool human.
He’s also the creator of #PopsicleWeek which is my favorite week in the summer. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s when every blogger on the planet spams your feed with their popsicle recipes—it’s a great week!
Today is all about his new cookbook, Whip It Up. The tag line says it all: Good food for fun people. Are you fun?! Of course you’re fun! This book is all about having fun.
I love this book because it’s really, really different and unique and funny and full of food that I want to make right away. Aesthetically…it’s cool. Like, the photos are shot with strobe on pop-y, colorful backgrounds. The voice throughout is exactly like Billy: funny, silly, sweet and clever.
The recipe that kept calling my name was the Brownie Granola because who doesn’t want to have brownies for breakfast. That’s, like, my dream every single day.
To my delightful surprise, it’s not nearly as sweet as one would think, which is actually really nice. The texture is slightly chewy and mostly chewy—it’s glorious. The salt adds another wonderful salty sweet dimension that I just love. I put it all over yogurt and paired it with a few slices of persimmon and a heavy drizzle of honey. Hello breakfast every day of my life!
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.
Yep. Time to slather on that sun tan lotion, squeeze into a bathing suit :/ and eat all the watermelon available.
Summer has never been my season. I’m more of a fall leaves, scarves kind of girl (even though I live in LA, I know I’m complicated) but this is how I embrace the season: cakes that require no oven. Cakes that aren’t really cakes! Because there’s no batter, no icing, no nothing cake-like. Except this recipe relies on cookies to soak up all the mascarpone/coffee/chocolate mixture and then it slices up so lovely, so deliciously.
This cake is very tiramisu-like. The flavors are v v similar except you don’t have to both with lady fingers, which if I’m speaking honestly, is the biggest bummer about tiramisu. Most lady fingers are dry and bland and taste like cardboard. Of course, we could make our own but am I really going to do that??! I mean, maybe, yes, very likely. I am the type…stand-by maybe we’ll do this.
You know that part in Clueless when Cher turns to Ty and says, “Elton said you gave him a toothache.” And Ty was like, “What’s dat?!” And Cher was like, “It means he thinks you’re sweet, stupid.”
This S’mores Pavlova will give you a toothache, in a good way. It oozes summer fun. It shines bright just like a diamond. And it’s screaming to be made and taken and bragged about at a BBQ.
I feel like this recipe is a lil’ ratchet. It’s definitely not the most classy recipe I’ve posted in my life, but it sure is fun.
The pavlova is chocolate-y by way of sifted cocoa powder and folded in bits of dark chocolate. The 7-minute frosting acts like a marshmallow and gets all toasty when a flame kisses it. (You can also do this in the broiler.)
The crushed graham cracker is sprinkled on every. single. layer. My favorite part about this recipe is the chocolate-y pavlova. It’s not crisp and dry throughout, which sometimes I want; this one is gooey and fudge-y in the center.
The idea is that it’s supposed to mimic how a piece of Hershey’s chocolate gets when a warm, toasty, burnt marshmallow is placed on top. It’s like that!
I feel like matcha is having a moment. Spotlight is on matcha. Like every week on the Instagram I see a new-to-me dessert using beautiful green matcha and am like WHOA! SIQ! Well, here’s another I’m throwing in the mix, though when I went to Google “matcha cheesecake,” thinking I would be the sole inventor, I quickly realized a genius I am not.
That’s usually how my day goes: 1. Think of genius idea. 2. Google genius idea. 3. Discover a million people have already done it and watch as my genius idea turns into a “genius idea.” It’s sad.
So, to make mine different, I did a lil’ swirl action, which made me super excited. This cheesecake actually sort of matches this green gazpacho. If you wanted to do a green and white swirl themed dinner party, these two guys would be great for that!
Have you ever met anyone who doesn’t like doughnuts? Well, if you have, those people are called monsters and I wouldn’t get too close to them.
It’s some sort of weird doughnut week or National Doughnut Day. Whatever. I barely pay attention to days like that (except this time I did) because doughnuts are great for any day, not just one day out of a whole year, duh!
Despite my attitude, here I am participating, drinking the Kool-Aid, following the rules. But only because this day coincided which my craving to create a chocolate-y cake doughnut that felt dense, very rich, decadent and unlike most baked doughnuts. This baked doughnut is legit AF. I’m in love with it. If I was a lunatic, I would eat like five in a row but I can’t because I try to be a reasonable person in my life but sometimes i fail. I ate three. And Billy ate like three, too.
Are you giving me side-eye right now? I’m pretty sure I know what you’re thinking. This is weird. You’re not wrong; putting green chiles in chocolate pudding is weird but it’s also really cool and interesting.
I think we’re all pretty used to the idea of spice and chocolate together. But it’s usually more like chipotle pepper or Ancho chile pepper, not green chiles, which aren’t really all that spicy at all.
This is another New Mexico-inspired dessert. When we had dessert at the Santa Fe Cooking School one of the desserts had butterscotch with diced green chiles. I loved the combination of sweet, rich with the pieces of green chile so I took that idea and made this.
I’ve just binge-watched the entire eighth season of The Voice and I am in love with Gwen Stefani more than I was as a teenager, which is a crazy amount. I wish I was a singer just so I could try out for the voice with the hope she would want me on her team. But if I’m being honest, no one should hear me sing, EVER. Amelia hears me sing all day long and surprisingly she loves it (I think).
Oddly enough, I’m the worst singer in the world, but I love, LOVE karaoke. I don’t love to participate in karaoke, I just love to watch it. And here in LA, the land of Hollywood and fame and music, the karaoke bars are filled with people who moved here to become famous singers.
There was this one place in Hollywood I used to visit all the time called Miyagi’s; it was behind a Denny’s, attached to a bad sushi restaurant. No one ate sushi there but people loved singing karaoke at the bar.
The singers were incredible. There was the Asian dude who sang Guns and Roses ONLY (and he’d actually wear a Slash wig); there was this beautiful African American woman that sounded like India Aire but better; there was the guy from the mid-west who sounded like Frank Sinatra but looked like a surfer; and there was the MC who had been there since the 80s. The place was magical.
It was filled with people who had sort of given up on their dream; most of them had day jobs doing other things that they were ok with but they’d come to Miyagi’s to sing, because they couldn’t not.
Amelia and Joy the Baker have never met. But I know they would get along because they’re both what I could consider “peanut butter enthusiasts.”
Amelia, in her little time on this planet, has tried peanut butter every which way: cheap creamy peanut butter (read: Jiff), all-natural chunky peanut butter, smokey peanut butter, and even peanut butter mixed with honey. She prefers her peanut butter vessels to be human spoons, slices of apple, bananas or even sneakily off the side of a bowl. She does not discriminate.