Pumpkin Snack Cake…

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

-Virginia Wolfe, A Room Of One’s Own

Pumpkin Cake with Molasses Glaze


_ _ I’m about to crack an egg of knowledge all over you– if you call something a “snack,” you’re allowed to eat twice as much of it… A full sheet cake almost isn’t enough.

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Cherry Limeade Cupcakes

“It’s amazing how pervasive food is. Every second commercial is for food. Every second TV episode takes place around a meal. In the city, you can’t go ten feet without seeing or smelling a restaurant. There are 20 foot high hamburgers up on billboards. I am acutely aware of food, and it’s omnipresence is astounding.”

-Adam Scott, The Monkey Chow Diaries, June 2006

Lime Cake with Cherry Frosting

_ _ Without a doubt, Sonic is one of the Midwest’s most redeeming businesses. When driving by the hilarity that is Kansas’ billboard set-up (which is unintentionally-ironic, alternating Jesus and Adult Video Warehouse signage), all I need to see is a food exit advertising a Sonic, and my heart warms a little. Who could hate a place that serves tater tots? One of their greatest contributions to my life has been the introduction to cherry-limeade slushy drinks– I know that I’m probably going to end up with at least 3 new cavities by the time I’m done with it, but I accept the consequences. These cupcakes are a tribute to this great, and refreshing, beverage.


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How To Combat Cult Mind Control

“For dessert we ravaged whole loaves of newly baked bread from the last town, inserting squares of dark chocolate into them.”

Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian

Mini Cream Cheese Pound Cakes with Homemade Strawberry Sauce


_ _Public transportation provides an excessive amount of entertainment, as anyone having lived in a city can tell you. One day someone may try to “save” you, and the next day the bus driver will smack-talk the Yankees over the intercom for the entire 20-minute ride. Between constant delays, air conditioning malfunctions in the middle of summer and knowing that I was usually the best smelling person in the vicinity, riding the infamous Boston T provided me with many dear memories.

_ _Boarding the train at Boylston I was in my own world, staring at everyone around me (which is what I consider minding my business) when I felt a pair of eyes on me as well. Glancing around I realized that a woman I had previously believed to be reading, was actually glaring at me over the top of her book. I tried to ignore her but it was made especially difficult when she got off at the same stop and followed me with the book inches from my face. It wasn’t until then that I realized the title of the tome was “How To Combat Cult Mind Control” She recognized my cult-ish attempt control her and effectively combated it… Foiled. But you, my friends, aren’t so lucky–I’m ordering you to make this cake.


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Whipped Honey Buttercream…

“She ordered a cup of tea, which proved excessively bad, and this gave her a sense that she was suffering in a romantic cause.”
-Henry James, Washing Square


A nice twist to the traditional buttercream frosting. With a light taste of honey it’s great with just about any kind of cake!


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The Russian Judge Gives Extra Points For These…

It came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.
-Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit
Brownie Cupcakes
(Recipe courtesy of HowSweetEats on tastykitchen.com)

_ _The first apartment that I leased with my friends in college was absolutely terrifying. Not only because we lived on a street of Boston bordering an area in which people regularly got shot, but because of the mouse-army that had formed in our walls, in the oven, inside our furniture… and under our beds. They became stronger and bolder by the day.* And so we drank. We drank to numb the fear that they would begin to nest in our hair as we slept.

_ _On one such night of debauchery, all of my roommates had gone to a party except for me. When they finally returned home, my blonde roommate (who shall remain nameless, but you know who you are) went to her bed and began to chorus my name in a monotone until I came in to help remove her knee-high boots and tuck her under the covers. Several minutes after I thought she was asleep, she wandered into the livingroom and began force-feeding my boyfriend-at-the-time the brownie chunks from a tub of ice cream; with every bite she reminded him that she was giving him the best part. I still give her kudos for being so generous.

_ _So what is the lesson of this rambling anecdote? Everyone loves chocolate. Especially in brownie form.


*Sidenote: we also believed that they were increasing in intellect, for night after night the traps we laid out were cleaned of their cheese without being set off. We spent months trying to convince friends and family that we had hyper-intelligent, mutant rodents living among us… I love city living.


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Cheesecake Strawberries… Yup

“I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.”
Rudyard Kipling, Captains Courageous


There’s nothing to say. Just look, drool, make… repeat.


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