Whelp, I guess I can just shut down this blog and never bake again because I achieved my magnum opus this week and I’m never creating anything this good as long as I live. I give you, white chocolate blueberry cheesecake: This was in honor of Oscar Night because I wanted to make something shamelessly… Continue reading Cheesecake Will End War: Erin’s Magnum Opus
I have not had as much time to bake lately because the holidays are over and, incidentally, there are not as many excuses for cookies, cakes, etc., but luckily it was Valentine’s Day this past week. I had friends over for a belated get-together Saturday. There were strawberry-basil roll out cookies and a baffled discussion about Bill… Continue reading Strawberry Basil and Literary Love
I took a brief break from blogging because it was hard to get into the swing of things again after the holidays, but I’m back! I made a so-so pear/prosecco cake for New Year’s Eve, in which we wrote down things on balloons that we were grateful to leave behind in 2016 and then violently… Continue reading New Year’s Eve (or I How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Live with a Vivid Appreciation of How Brief and Precious Life Is)
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MOVIE HOUSE!!! I’m visiting my family and, this morning, my dad tried to order Beach Body supplements online so he can quote-get a bitchin’ beach body – unquote. How are your holidays going? Real quick, some news on my writing life. I got an essay published in Ravishly regarding the Randall situation, which… Continue reading Chocolate, Fruit, and Empathy: The True Christmas Spirit
It was Thanksgiving last week and I decided to make lemon-flavored cupcakes, which have jack shit to do with the spirit of the season but I don’t play by your rules, man. These cupcakes were meant to be based on a French dessert called madeleines, which are basically magic. They somehow taste kind of like… Continue reading Death, Mediocrity, and Raccoons
Good news – This week, I made the best cake I have ever made in my life, including cakes I’ve made using a recipe. Bad news, well… I wish we had eaten the shit out of that cake earlier in the night, shoved it down our throats and then puked up frothy red, white, and… Continue reading I’m Here With Cake and Poems Because I Love You
I am not a strong person. I am not tenacious. I am not wise. I went through something really, really awful and simply being alive afterwards does not, in and of itself, warrant any particular praise. I don’t feel strong today. Not at all. I am tired of my so-called strength being the only exaltation… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Strong. I’m Not Strong.