It’s time for me to bake again! This month I went with a Spring classic, Carrot Cake. I have always been in awe of cakes made from veggies. Who discovered this? It’s like ginger based desserts. So delicious, but when you think about that root vegetable, bread doesn’t come to mind immediately. Nevertheless, I have also always enjoyed Carrot Cake, especially with scrumptious cream cheese frosting all over it.
My search for a recipe was minimal this time ‘round. At first, I wanted to do the one out of the Amy Sedaris book, I Like You, since I like her and her cakes that I have made have been pretty damn tasty. However, her recipe called for a box of powdered sugar in the icing and that was a no go for me. There is nothing I despise more than a frosting with too much sugar. Just thinking about it makes my teeth (newly cleaned, I might add) hurt.
Last weekend, my pal Mallory of Mallory’s (amazing)Kitchen texted me to see if I wanted to come over and bake. Of course I did, so I packed up my Judas Priest and Alice Cooper records and headed over.
Mallory was wanting to make some macarons. She had recently made some pistachio ones and wanted to try making some rose ones. That sounded good to me too, but I had been wanting to make cinnamon buns for a a while now so I brought over the ingredients for those. She would make the macarons, I would make the buns and we would share. Win win.
I never make bread. This is mainly cause I don’t have a Kitchenaid with a dough hook and I have very little patience when it comes to hand kneading for, what seems like, hours on end. It’s a shame too, because the smell of bread dough is by far one of my favorites of all times. Many years ago, my ex-boyfriend’s mom gave me a recipe for Parker House rolls (totally dank) that can be made into cinnamon buns. I figured it was about time I tried it out…again*.
Making bread is a very long process. There is mixing, kneading, rising, punching, more rising, rolling out, more rising…you get the idea. Despite all this work, it is kind of therapeutic and relaxing.
I remember two things about Easter form when I was a wee lass. The first is Sunrise Service on the water in Miami. There were (maybe there still are) these parks on Biscayne Bay. I remember them being a lot of grass and then a stone wall that came up about a foot and on the other side, a few feet down was the bay. Our church was near one of these and they would have Sunrise Service there on Easter.
The second was the way my mother hid eggs around our small apartment. We had tile floors. The night before Easter, after I had gone to bed, she would dip her three middle fingers in pastel colored paint and make “bunny prints” all over the house leading to the candy. It was pretty awesome.
He has spent the last few years writing a book of entertaining tales of his life on the road with his old garage punk band The Spinns. They were a rowdy trio that got into all sorts of mischief. Think Alvin and the Chipmunks meet Sid and Nancy or something.
He is trying to get this book self published. Since he hasn’t been able to find a job recently, it’s been kinda hard. What is he to do? Oh yeah, start a Kickstarter page. Here is a link to his page. If you can even donate a dollar that would be helpful.