I surround myself at all times with terracotta; a growing collection of pots collected from friends, family, and garage sales. I want, so desperately, to grow things. I obsess over my potted hydrangea, a year-old gift from S, and distantly coddle – as I hear they appreciate – the succulents growing in my window sills….
Window – {Blueberry Pear Pie}
Daintily scratching egg yolk from the tines of a forgotten fork, I made an exciting discovery in the shade of marsala: blushing edges on the petals of my pancake plant, Waffle, clearly drunk on the sun. I couldn’t blame him: the sun, all but drowning Waffle in his teeny 3” terracotta pot, was loud and…
Brother – {Spiced Oat Cake with Ginger Plum Buttercream and Oat Crunch}
D is a good guy. When we were young, we didn’t get along. He chose not to speak much, but when he did, his remarks were often calculated and hurtful. He had a knack for exploiting my insecurities in the most creative ways; shaming me into a pathetic down-on-myself funk from birth through most of…
Surprise – {Berry Pie}
In response to an earlier post, I still haven’t decided what I want to do with my life. I’ve still got my marketing internship (currently playing around with some fun social media stuff that I’m hoping I’ve got time to integrate in this space sometime soon), but I’ve added a position as a baker to…
For H – {Blueberry Balsamic Cupcakes}
Due to a number of circumstances, I ate many of my meals alone during the second semester of my freshman year. It wasn’t an experience I was particularly fond of. As much as I enjoy being alone, the stark contrast between dining with nine to dining with none in the dorm cafeteria kind of made…
21 – {Harvey Wallbanger Cake}
I forgot to tell you guys: I turned 21 at the end of March. Before you even ask: yes. I am still a kid. I know I’ve talked about it before, but it’s a state of mind more than anything. I mean, I’m certainly mature, but I’m young at heart. Is that so hard to…