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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Food Coma

I have this terrible habit of needing to go to sleep immediately after I eat.  Not only when I've eaten too much, and not only when I've had wine with my meal, every single time.  When my mother and I would go on day long shopping trips when I was in college, we would both need to just grin and bear our hunger until we were finally done for the day, usually around 3 or 4, when we could have some food at last.  If I dared trying to eat before then it would invariably cut our day short as I would not be able to function anymore.


I guess you can say that's where I've been these past few days.  Everyone at work seemed to like my desserts, particularly the S'mores bars, so that went well.  For Thanksgiving at my boyfriend's sister's house, I made a chocolate whoopie pie cake and chocolate bourbon pecan bars.  I did not go with my original recipe for the pecan bars because I saw they had a cup of coconut flakes in them and I don't really like coconut.  I would have just omitted them but it seemed like a cup was a lot and then I might be losing some integral texture or flavor component.  The ones I went with were good albeit not quite sweet enough for me.  They didn't strike me as being very pecan pie-like, since the pie usually has a nice thick layer of that gooey filling, but they went over well nonetheless.  They're probably a good option for people who like the taste of pecans and bourbon but don't like the excessive sweetness of most pecan pies.  These little guys were pretty labor intensive though, I have to say.  I had a lot of dishes to do once these were in the oven.  I forgot to take a picture because I was too busy frosting my stupid cake, but the recipe can be found at Sugar Plum, here.

My whoopie pie cake was my personal favorite because it's everything I like.  The marshmallow buttercream frosting reminded me of Oreo cream filling and it was heavenly, particularly with the moist chocolate cake flavored with unsweetened cocoa powder.  I had to make the ganache twice because I used it all up the first time and there wasn't nearly enough to spill over the sides; I don't know if that was my error or not but in case anyone tries to make this beware of that.  The cake and frosting were both very easy to make and the only ingredient you aren't likely to have around the house is the marshmallow fluff, but I like to use it in my fudge making so I always have some stockpiled.  As a sidenote, marshmallow fluff has to be the single stickiest substance known to man and it does not clean up easily.  My poor old Kitchenaid mixer was covered in the stuff from my trying to scoop it from container into bowl and it flying everywhere.  I even sprayed my spatula with cooking spray a few times and the fluff still just did not want to go down without a fight.



a seriously and unbelievably ugly cake

It really never ceases to amaze me how ugly I can make something look.  I even told myself this time was going to be the time it actually looked good, and I was so, so totally wrong.  I am going to blame it on the fact that I am lefty; you may not realize this but it's very hard to do things lefty in this right handed world.  I can't even successfully use scissors most of the time, and I am not joking or exaggerating when I say that.

This is the first recipe I've tried from Cinnamon, Spice and Everything Nice, and I will definitely be trying out some more.  Everything was simple and well explained and the appearance of my product is really in no way a reflection on the recipe and I would suggest that you try it for yourself before you judge based on that picture up there.  And maybe send me a picture and teach me your ways.  

I always just blame the mess on transportation though.  That's the nice thing about cakes; everyone is aware of the difficulty in transporting one successfully on a long car ride so when it shows up lopsided and messy I can just lament opting not to put it in the trunk and make it sound like it actually looked great before the trip when in reality the car trip and my seat lowering itself onto the cake actually probably improved the appearance.

I am not getting a whole lot done this weekend, I just did a practice GRE and am going to go through my sample drawer in a bit.  More on that later!  I don't like this weekend much because I just hate running into people I used to be acquainted with.  If I wanted to see them or see how they were doing I would have kept in touch or Googled them extensively, respectively.  I don't want to be forced to hang out with people I never really liked just for the sheer fact that we had some stupid AP class together seven years ago, and I certainly don't want to hear about your job as an Executive Administrative Managerial Assistant to the Executive Manager or whatever the hell fancy name you give it, and I don't feel like explaining mine either.  Trust me, even I don't get it most of the time.  My boyfriend is a chemical engineer as well and he and I never talk about work because it is literally the most boring thing I can think of for us to discuss, and I'd say we barely even know what the other does since we're involved in different parts of the processes.  I did run into an ex boyfriend's cousin and spoke to her for a while last night, she was always so sweet and I always regretted that I couldn't remain friends with this family of his I had grown to accept as my own over four years after the break up.  It was nice seeing her and it was nice she was so receptive to talking to me, even though we had to yell over our mutual friend's band and then kept getting split up by old forgotten acquaintances running over to say hi and hug us and pretend they noticed we haven't hung out in years.

Maybe I will go to the movies tonight to avoid all that nonsense; I hate the movies and generally only go once a year and I already did go once this year (to see Spring Breakers, because I always hold out for the amazing cinematic masterpieces) but Oldboy looks kind of good and I forgot the Wikipedia plot rundown already so maybe my attempt at ruining the interesting sounding torture porn revenge flick for myself failed for a reason.  Who can say no to a Spike Lee Joint?






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