Welp, here we are. I was going to say something in this post about how excited I am to be on the Great American Baking Show, but, well. There's no point saying anything about it now, but that I feel sad about the whole thing. I think the situation speaks for itself and I just…
Under autumn's avalanche of spiced sepia-tone-pumpkin-chunky-knit-apple-picking razzmatazz is a favorite cool-weather memory of mine that doesn't quite fit the script. It's a color memory: looking up at the bright blue sky through feathery sun-yellow leaves. I think there was a stand of maple trees that turned vivid yellow for a short while in the fall…
Imagine if whipped cream had a baby with white cake.
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This is a special cake. I know, I know, I always say that about my cakes. But I really mean it this time. You have never tasted a cake quite like this before. In fact, my photo shoot with the finished cake kept getting interrupted as I stole away to snack on this beaut. And…
It’s as if all the bittersweetness of late summer turning to early fall reduced down into this one little edible point: a super moist, comforting cinnamon cake with a lightly tart pomegranate Italian meringue buttercream and a layer of sweet dulcey ganache. I finished the cake with a hand-painted pattern inspired by folk print fabric…
This cake hurts my feelings. I am upset that I have created this cake. This cake just shut the whole game down. Switch off the internet. Unplug the blog. It's all over now.
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