When I set out in the kitchen, it was not my intention to make this. While on vacation, Goose and I stumbled upon this really amazing gem of a pub. Everything about it was in true English fashion, and it was there, in a small-ish suburb of Los Angeles, that I tasted my first sticky toffee pudding. Naturally, I’ve become obsessed.
I am obsessed with the pumpkin syrup from Starbucks. The second it became available this year (and last year, and probably the year before that) I was in line waiting to get a grande iced coffee with nonfat milk and 2 pumps of pumpkin syrup. All of the flavor, none of the guilt. Double win. Continue reading
A dear friend of mine was having a birthday, and I so wanted to make her some homemade funfetti birthday doughnuts. I love giving baked goods to people, leaving them with full bellies and smiling faces, but as it does, life got in the way this week, and I was left with the sad reality that I’d have to bust out a boxed cake mix for these things.
Boxed mixes are mega convenient, but let’s be real, they have like, an eighth of the flavor that a homemade cake does. To combat “boxed cake taste”, I’ve started doctoring up ingredients on the back. The three things you’re likely to find on the back of a boxed mix are eggs, oil, and water. Blandsville, amirite?
Wasn’t Friday like, two days ago? God, this week has absolutely dragged, and after 3 nights of not sleeping past 4 AM, I’m ready to spend all day Saturday sleeping, and blogging in bed, and
maybe sleeping again. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself, but I’m trying to get several posts together for the time I’m on vacation. As it stands, I’m trying to post every Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday, but I might go with two posts a week while I’m gone. I’ll see how much I can get done between now and then.
I know it’s still technically summer. And I know it must be super annoying with everyone jumping on the autumn bandwagon and cooking soups, and chili, and pumpkin everything. But I don’t care. I’m protesting summer, officially. See me, world, standing on a lonely sidewalk while the sun glares down at me and my picket sign reading “Summer Is For Suckers” while I chant, “What do we want? Autumn! When do we want it? ALL YEAR LONG!” You see, I’m alone, so I have to say both parts. Sigh.
My fascination for baked goods in a jar came when I was living with my aunt and uncle while I finished out my last semester of college. When I wanted cake, I couldn’t exactly make a whole cake for just the three of us, assuming they wanted any, and making a single cupcake is somehow more laborious than making a whole batch. Color me lazy.