Ok. Let’s keep this content corona-free. I probably spend more time reading about the corona virus than working these days, so this post will just be about the apple cake. Let’s just stop thinking about corona for five minutes and instead find comfort in the baking of an apple cake. A fantastic apple cake that’s more apple than cake, so really, it’s ok to eat now that all gyms are closed and you’re doing nothing but baking and eating because you can’t go out and do anything and baking and eating are the only things that can distract you from reading more about the corona virus. Continue reading “Apple Almond Cake”
I was banned from wearing white clothes at one point as a child. Now that I’m all grown up and can make my own decisions I just wear a bib when I wear white clothes.
And it wasn’t just chocolate. My grandparents told me of the story of when I was about 2 years old at a pizza restaurant where I was all nicely dressed up. The pizza came, and, I wasn’t even civilized enough to use my hands, I just dropped my face into the pizza and ate away. See, back in those days it was cute, now when I do that it’s just gross. Continue reading “The Simplest Cocoa Brownies”
I remember in Italy as a child there was only one way of eating crepes – with nutella. Now, at home people may have made them savory with ricotta and spinach or filled them with fruits and jam, but the crepe stalls outside only offered you the option of nutella. I loved nutella as much as any other child but they were always appallingly generous with their slathering of nutella. It wasn’t crepes with nutella so much as crepes being a vehicle that encased half a jar of nutella in your hands. Especially now that I haven’t really touched nutella in years (I’ve become a snob and now only go for the premium expensive nut spreads), just the idea of the crepes in those days make me gag. Continue reading “Lemon Crepes (Crêpes au Citron)”
I loved buffets as a child, and hotel buffets were once quite affordable in fancy hotels in Beijing – this was at least a decade ago, as now they’re over 50 pounds per person for mediocre food. Back in the days it was something we often did as a family. Some families go camping, some go hiking, some play card games together, but our family just went out to eat buffets. Now we go out and eat in nice restaurants. This is all leading up to the story where my dad stole jam for his darling daughter.
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Food neophobia is defined as the relucatance to try or the avoidance of new foods. We all know at least one obnoxious person in our friendship group that’s like that. I was food neophobic as a child. It’s quite different from being a fussy eater because it’s not like I didn’t like many things, I just stuck to my favorites and never ventured out to trying anything remotely exotic. Pizzas were always margherita, pastas were always the plain tomato sauce, and ice cream was always chocolate. I did also go for vanilla and hazelnut at times but it was always in conjunction with chocolate ice cream. I remember once being at my parents’ friends house in Italy, and the hosts’ daughter, along with my sister and I, were asked to go buy a few tubs of ice cream for everyone to share at the end of the meal. On our way over to the shop the girl talked about how she loved melon flavored ice cream so we should definitely go for that. Melon and also lemon, oh she loved her f*cking lemon ice cream. I was shy and nervous, but my sister, understanding the situation,tried to suggest chocolate or hazelnut or vanilla as the last flavour but then the b*tch just said “let’s just go for all fruit flavors”.
Continue reading “Chocolate Almond Cake (Torta Caprese)”
It’s not the first time I cried over cake. Things go wrong in the kitchen – an oven you’re not used to, a scale that’s out of battery, ingredients that go off, and you’re not attentive and you misread, you mismeasure, you misunderstand it all – and you fail. Now, it’s not that you’ve made a cake that’s a bit flat, that tastes a bit bland or looks a bit odd, because you’re more than disappointed. Maybe it’s the end of a long already-bad day. Or maybe it’s a surprising end to an exceptionally good day. Either way it all goes tumbling down and you’re overwhelmed with the sense of worthlessness and incompetency because you can’t even make a simple apple cake. Continue reading “Rustic Apple Cake”