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All in Baking
Hello, world! Remember when I stopped eating carbs? ahahahahaahhahahahahahahahahahah they're back now, with a vengeance. But also now paired with this deluded belief that eating a ton of cheese will help me look foine (it did, though!). So that's how October is going.
Hello, earthlings! Guess what this week was? My birthday!!! Yes, the whole week. Just kidding. I realized I kind of overcompensated with talking about my birthday ahead of time and then people did 1,000 nice things for me rather than the 5 to 10 that I kind of anticipated. I got free fancy dinners, gifts, macarons, a babka, a bacon egg and cheese, mad drinks at da club (a bar or two), and a surprise party that I had to cancel cause all the previous fun knocked me down and I caught a lil flu!
Happy Labor Day! I labored in a v physical way, aka I went hiking in the Hudson Valley (the most beautiful nature place in the whole damn world) and now I am pooped as fck. Legs are pure jelly. Also, yesterday, I cleaned--nay, SCRUBBED--my kitchen from top to bottom like a madwoman. So my arms are jelly too.
Luckily I own a Corgi and a Labrador, otherwise I wouldn't have moved from this spot on the couch for the full day. But I had to walk those two nincompoops, so I wasn't completely sedentary. Can you blame me, though? New York "feels like" 106 degrees and that's approximately the temperature at which I like hot tubs, so now imagine walking around in that with clothing on. Does Santa Claus have a son who's single and ready to let me marry him for an easy in to North Pole citizenship?
How does everybody feel about the idea of breakfast pie? Or, I guess this is a tart, really. I spent this weekend working my v hardest to empty out my fridge of all the goodies that Danny brought home from the farmer's market, yet had no plans for. Peaches that bruised before my eyes and way too many berries--all very good things, but tough to make last, you know?
I'm writing to you, dear readers, from 2 inches from my air conditioner. New York City remains the temperature of a flippin Fourth of July hot dog. We're talking like 90 plus degrees. Oof. Mama is ready for Christmas. And for the days when turning on the oven to bake doesn't sound like the worst idea of my life.
Happy weekend o' the Fourth! I've been busy as heck with summery things like beach plans and time at the dog park. Yesterday was the sunniest, most beautiful day so Danny and I took the doggies on a long walk through Queens. Jelly, in true labrador fashion, found a huge fountain in front of the Queens courthouse and hopped in for a swim. Still kicking myself that I didn't capture that on camera.
I'm hoooome! This month was a whirlwind of travel that went out with a bang, meaning drunken karaoke on Friday night that had me completely bedridden all day on Saturday. But I enjoyed every second of not having to go anywhere; you forget what a homebody you are until you've spent three weeks not sitting on your couch watching the same Gilmore Girls episode for the zillionth time.
I guess I'm diggin' stuffed foods this week because I'm back at it with Ferrero Rocher, Nutella stuffed cupcakes! I made these for a buddy's bday last week, and they're kind of like Betty Crocker's hi-hat babies. Melted chocolate and coconut oil is my new favorite concoction; it's basically homemade Magic Shell. :D
I made this cake with Candice this weekend. It's dairy-free and uses buckwheat flour which I hear is a good substitute for those with gluten allergies/sensitivity. So, this is a dairy-free, gluten-free cake. We did this because dairy makes Candice very gassy. However, she was still very gassy after the experience, so I'm not sure if I helped at all. (Lol, that's half a joke, sorry Can.)
Just got home from a 75-minute yoga class that was made up of, like, fifty percent head stands (which I can't do, but I really tried). Now I'm eating cold pizza and Cherry Garcia. Because what is a human woman but a bundle of paradoxes waiting to be untangled?
Hey, what's up, hello! I'm sitting on my couch while Chloe and Thomas cook me crêpres... how very French. They are both visiting while they prep for their three-month cycling trip across the United States. Me and Dan are being awkward hosts, showing them clips of Pierre Escargot (which is incomprehensible to French-speakers, btw), and shouting "zut alors!" and "chin chin!" when we clink our glasses of bordeaux together.
