Panda Cotta – Panna Cotta with Black Sesame Jelly

Hello, world. For those of you (hopefully that’s a few people here and there) reminiscing about the good old days when semi-regular blog posts were a thing, fear not! The wedding started on time, I didn’t trip down the aisle, the Fiancé is now the Husband, we have regretfully returned from a week of nonstop…

Joy – Citrus Chocolate Tart

You know the kind of positivity that supposedly comes from contorting your limbs into impossible yoga poses, imbibing fermented beverages, Instagramming avocado toasts and quinoa bowls, and thinking sunny thoughts? I’m not so sure it works, but correct me if I’m wrong. I’m loath to try Kombucha and I’ll take a big bowl of white rice…

Demon Oven – Caramel Banana Brûlée Crêpe Cake

What do you do when your best friend explodes in occasional bouts of brief yet unjustified rage? Keep your distance, wait for it to blow over, and pretend that nothing has happened. What if, then, your friend’s mental health takes a turn for the worse and she embarks on these tirades with greater frequency?  Keep your…

Vroom Vroom – Black Sesame Cream Puffs

Yesterday, 4:34pm.  Highway 280. Inching forward at 3 mph. A motorcyclist buzzed past me on the left. Tough guy, you know. Dark shades, long grizzled beard, all-American denim overalls. And a little blue cooler strapped to the seat behind him. As I watched the little blue cooler zip off between the stationary cars, a foreign thought…

Mini Post – Mini Strawberry Crisp

I do make savory dishes, I really do. And it is my every intention to take some pictures of them and post them on this little blog. But then dinner rolls around and I’m starving and I think I’m going to finish cooking by 6pm but I actually don’t finish until 8:30pm so… Maybe next…

Adulthood – Rosemary Citrus Upside Down Cake

I used to hate mustard. Quasi-neon yellow squiggle down a mystery meat hot dog. Smeared into a revolting brown-red stain with the ketchup on a flabby white hamburger bun. A putrid puddle on a plate next to a lukewarm corn dog. Now that I think about it, perhaps it was the lackluster foods that served…

Yellow – Lemon Meringue Cupcakes

I took a walk on Monday. A long, meandering, aimless walk, long grey cardigan flapping in the breeze and flip flops slapping against the asphalt. There was a yard graced with drooping willows, long branches still bare. Ivy sprawled the yard in tangled slumber. I stopped below the pink-hued magnolia blossoms to admire the peaceful…

Picky – Cookie Butter Banana Brûlée Tart

I like to think of myself as an open-minded and all-inclusive eater. I love kale. No, seriously, I enjoy the taste and texture of raw kale. Can’t get enough of bone marrow. Spicy? Yes please. In another life I would be born Mexican so I could sit at my abuela’s kitchen counter and slurp down…

Proust et Moi – Speculoos Cheesecake

She’s beauty and she’s grace! She’s speculoos cheesecake! You better believe that rhymes. Maybe next time I’ll post some of my high school era poetry to better convince you of my poetic prowess. For today, prose as usual. Any discussion of the powerful connection between food and memory must always include Marcel Proust’s madeleine-induced reverie. For those…

An Open Letter – Cranberry Pistachio Biscotti

I’ve been quite occupied of late. One of these occupations is my nose, who was once the Imbiber of Intoxicating Scents and Life-Giving Oxygen but has now become the Expeller of Unwanted Viral Invaders. I polished off an entire box of tissues in less than a week. During particularly intense sessions, sometimes it feels like my…

Winter – Pie Redux

Ahh, winter. The season for peppermint-flavored everything, 96.5 KOIT playing Christmas music nonstop, and circling the mall parking lot for half an hour fighting a thousand other angry drivers for parking. The horror of overcrowded shopping malls aside, I like winter. I enjoy justifiably hiding my extra chub under multiple layers of clothing. I secretly…