I don’t care what you’re doing, if you have ever loved red velvet in any of its cakey forms, MAKE THESE NOW.
What’s that? You’re a busy lady with no time for whoopie pies? HAH, there’s no such thing. Everyone has time for whoopie pies.
What’s that you say? You’re on a diet? You still need these. It’s okay, blame me, I’m used to being a terrible influence. Besides, I’m on a diet too.
This Thursday is Trevor’s and my 5th wedding anniversary!
And since we got married on our 4th dating anniversary, it will mean we’ve been together for 9 years!
Oh my jeebies.
I have a rule that every time I make a brand new recipe, I follow that recipe exactly as it is written. No weird changes, substitutions, adjustments… if I haven’t tasted the recipe yet, how can I already be judging its worth? It’s like people. Wanting to change a person’s shoes before you date them is superficial and mean. Not to mention weird. “Hey, I’d love to go to the movies, but could you wear some polished wingtips instead of those boat shoes? Okay, thanks!”
The rule also gives me a scapegoat. “WHY is this texture so weird, I followed the recipe EXACTLY. Clearly they did something wrong.”
However, I am terrible at following my own rule.
Happy Canada Day everybody!
Canada Day was yesterday, so I’m a day late. But this actually a recipe more so for a red, white & blue July 4th, so I thought I’d compromise and post between the two, making me too late for Canada Day and too early for Independence Day. It works… sort of.
We’ve already discussed some of the things I miss from Canada. I guess I miss Canada Day too. I love that country and having a day to celebrate it is nice. But it’s okay living here on Canada Day, because I still get my favourite part, just 3 days late.
Here are some things I love in my office right at this moment, as documented from my camera phone (because I’m too slow in the morning to ever remember to bring my DSLR to work).
The pile of exactly 11 sharpies on my desk
And the fact that at least half of them are running out of ink which makes me feel like a real artist. Even if it was for technical storyboarding.
Many will ask me, who bakes for the baker on their birthday? Does the baker do it for herself because she knows just how she likes things? Is a cake purchased from a fancy bakery to give her a new project to strive for?
If you have an adorable husband, sometimes it’s him.
(Is it just me, or is there something particularly attractive about a man wielding a frosting covered offset spatula?)
With a number of Trevor birthday cakes under my belt, he felt it was time to return the favour.
Please note that in the 7 years I have known him, 6 of them on a very personal level, I have witnessed him bake once. Maybe twice, but I’m kind of hazy on that one. With this in mind, I tried to give him an easy out, giving him a general flavour category to follow so that he could pick something easy to make that still fell under the specs.
He didn’t let me get away with that.
Demanding to know what my favourite cake would be for my birthday this year, I confessed.
Red Velvet Cake.