“Spring has sprung. The grass has riz. I wonder where the birdies is.” –Anonymous
This is still my favorite poem. Sorry T.S Eliot. It was close but, in the end, the birdies won. I can hear the literati heave a sigh of disgust. My response? I believe the expression is “go suck a lemon.” You see, I have a long history of disgusting the intellectuals. It goes as far back as high school. I wore makeup, cared about fashion, and knew the current pop songs. Appalling! Who has time for such silliness? Um me.
My mother makes possibly the world’s worst pancakes. Really, she’ll cop to it herself. They are like sponges that suck up any syrup that touches them. Honestly O-cel-o should be clamoring for the secret to their absorbency. Oh and they were often burnt on at least one side. By the time I was 8, weRead more
After college I moved to New York with my faux bro. He wanted to live in Chelsea (of course, don’t all gay New York men?) so I found us an apartment on 25th street. We lived in a two bedroom railroad apartment that required you to walk through the kitchen to get to the bathroom at the other end. This was a source of hilarity for pretty much every visitor but it was perfectly normal to New Yorkers.
Heavy. Heavy is the word I hear the most to describe gluten-free baked goods. Well, heavy and chewy but I’ve already addressed chewy so we are left with the problem of heavy. Now one of the ways you make a cake lighter in traditional baking is to use cake flour. It has less gluten and it’s therefore lighter. Well something with less gluten seems like it would be easy to make gluten-free right? However, there is no gluten-free cake flour on the market. So I looked online for a recipe to make my own. Nothing. Huh?
Red Velvet Cake seems to be a specialty of everyone’s grandmother who grew up in the South. However, being a Yankee, I only heard of it a few years ago. Now people seem to rave about it so I spent the last few years tasting red velvet cake at every southern restaurant we went to. It just seemed to be yellow cake mix with red food coloring. I was perplexed. I mean that can’t be what all the fuss was about. No way.