Fondant, Nutella & Transformers

See the lady to my right/on the left side of the picture? That’s Tanya.

She’s one of those girls that you want to hate because she’s way classier/prettier/more put together than you, but you just can’t because she’s so darned sweet.

Seriously though, her classiness intimidates me.

While I barely know what I’m doing in photography (hellooo straight up copying the setups of my favourite food bloggers without understanding it!) Tanya’s camera is epic and her post-processing skills make my head spin. Her flickr makes my photos look like Sears Family Portrait Studio. She took and edited all the photos in this post! There’s a photo of fondant gears below that I can’t stop staring at. For serious.

Oh, also, in her spare time she’s a ballerina.

While she’s perfecting her pas de basque, I’m looking up ballet terms like “pas de basque” to include in a blog post.

But with the being sweet, when she asks where to find a great bakery that sells specialty cakes for her boyfriend, Gerry, and his 30th birthday, you come up with a crazy idea.

WE will make this cake.

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Banana Banana Bread

The first thing I ever made completely by myself (meaning my mom wasn’t allowed to help beyond answering the occasional question) was a chocolate chip banana bread. My high school sweetheart was a fan of the chocolate and banana combo and my mom made a mean chocolate chip banana muffin. I took her recipe and put all the dough in a loaf pan instead of a muffin pan.

For some reason I felt a single loaf was more romantic than a pile of muffins? Or something? I had this image in my head of a fresh loaf of bread in a basket. Why that couldn’t be muffins in a basket, I’m not entirely sure. But loaf. HAD to be loaf.

This switch to loaf made everything more stressful. If I had muffins I could have tested one with my boyfriend being none the wiser. With a loaf, stealing a slice would have been somewhat obvious.

So I blindly handed over my first baking attempt for someone else to consume.

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Caramel Oatmeal Bars

I love food. Clearly. However, I am nervous to call myself a “foodie” as these days it seems to have a bit of a snobby connotation. Food snob, I certainly am not.  I’ll eat ramen and boxed mac & cheese by choice. My favourite french fries are McDonald’s. I realize that those are not the best french fries I’ve ever had in terms of quality and flavour, but I love them. They remind me of my childhood.

Also, Taco Bell isn’t as bad as it seems. Most of the time.

But one rule I generally follow in my baking is if I know I can do better than a box, I do it. Cake mix as an ingredient in a greater crust? Sure. Cake mix to make cake? No, no.

Confession time..

I bought a couple jars of caramel sauce and put them in these bars.

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