Recipes & Food-Related Ramblings
Happy Easter! Boy, do I have an Easter Monday brunch idea for you. These Carrot Cake Brioche Buns are sure to surprise and delight. But please don’t mistake these beauties for an Easter-only delight. I’m really not about that. These buns are good for any ol’ brunch. And since carrots are pretty much always in season, why limit yourself? Trust me you’re gonna want to make these more than once and I doubt you’ll want to wait until next April.
There’s nothing more alternative than posting a green dessert a few days after St. Paddy’s, right?! You can chock this questionable content strategy up to poor planning on my part. While today’s Matcha Cream Tarts with Lychee Caviar missed their chance to be a part of your St. Patrick’s Day plans, they can still be a part of your life. And honestly, you want them to be. They are so freakin’ delicious and pretty to boot. So, let’s take a walk on the wild side and discuss the controversial act of eating green after St. Patrick’s Day. So badass!
Have you ever wondered why Boston Cream Pie is called a pie when it is, in fact, a cake? Me too. Guess we’ll never know. I’m just kidding. I did the Googling on your behalf and found that back when the Boston Cream Pie was the new dessert on the block, bakers baked both cakes and pies in the same pans. The common bakeware led bakers to use the terms “cake” and “pie” interchangeably. And that’s how you get the Boston Cream Pie, which is most certainly not a pie. When and why we decided to differentiate between pies and cakes, I don’t know – that would’ve required a rather more extensive Google search. Instead, I’ve decided to make this pie/cake business more complicated by turning the pie/cake in question into a macaron. In my defense, these Boston Cream Macarons are, in fact, macarons. Progress?
When you’re a child, Valentine’s Day is simple. Get a card for everyone in your class and it’s smooth sailing. If you want to up the anti, tape a mini chocolate heart to each Valentine and you’re golden. But somewhere along the way, this non-holiday holiday gets a lot more complicated. Around Jr. High the cinnamon heart eating contests give way to tears, embarrassment, and general bewilderment. But why? How can a violently pink holiday have so much sway over our health and well-being? It’s kind of bullsh*t, right? So, by way of half-hearted protest, the only thing I’m doing this Valentine’s Day is giving you these Victoria Sponge Cupcakes. I made them appropriately cute but that is all. I’m no longer engaging in this farce.