Sunday, May 22, 2011

Debate may be your life, but don't make your life a debate.

When I asked my coach what type of baked goods he likes, he told me that he doesn't dislike any sweets, but his favorites are things that old men would like. Good thing I can make excellent oatmeal raisin cookies.

I was asked to provide dessert for our end of the year debate party. I spent two days baking oatmeal raisin cookies, snickerdoodles, two loaves of banana bread, and thirty cupcakes. It was a lot of work, but Shriya and I baked together, and we had a lot of fun decorating our debatey cupcakes.  

My favorite LDer! 

Thank you, Marlene, for modeling a snickerdoodle for me! 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Gold, Frankincense, and Rhubarb

A gift of home-grown rhubarb is the essence of spring. Regan's rhubarb became a perfect strawberry rhubarb pie and a tray of rhubarb-topped shortbread squares in my mother's hands. 

With the extra dough from the pie, we made a French apple tart, simple and sweet. Never underestimate the power of butter.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Say Cheese!

Senior prom. Need I say more?

My group chose to go to Bistro 501 this year, because it caters to everyone's desires. It's classy, but they still obliged when Kyle asked for crayons. 

I had French onion soup and almond-crusted grouper with creamy spinach and potatoes. Right below is Jonah's fabulous roast duck with fried string potatoes piled on top. 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

For J. Alfred

For my dad's birthday, we knew we'd have to have a whole lot of cake. After going back and forth about what kind of cake to make, (she wanted cream cheese frosting, I wanted mocha) we decided to make two cakes.

The first was a flat carrot cake with maple cream cheese frosting, which was easy and delicious. I'd never made carrot cake before, but it's my favorite to order when I'm out in a restaurant. Now I know I'll be making carrot cake at home more often! The frosting was a little sweet for me, but it was still really good.

The second cake was my baby. It's my favorite cake that I've ever made, by far. The cake was a very basic chocolate cake made in two large rectangular pans. We split the layers, to make four layers, then piled it up: cake, raspberry jam, cake, mocha frosting, cake, raspberry jam, cake, frosting. The cake was moist and rich, just perfect for my dad's birthday.

And this is one of those embarrassing moments. Of all the many people who looked at my cake, why did no one inform me that my beautiful white chocolate cursive spelled out "happy birlhday!"?