Hey! So this month marked my 32nd birthday and I wanted a strawberry cake. I had a small problem though. I also wanted to go to Maine for a couple days. My solution was, bake the cake, freeze it and when I got back from my mini-vacay, ice it and share with friends.
First things first, bake the cake. I don’t know if all of you know this, but summers in NYC suck ass. It’s hot as f?@#, the humidity is stiffling, and people don’t really have central air in their apartments so it pretty much is an awful idea to bake anything or to turn your oven on at all. But GD it, I made a pact to make a cake every month and I’m gonna do it.
After such an amazing meal…we debated over order the one desert offering, cherry pie, until the table next door started describing the blueberry pie they had last week. Forks in hand we dug into one of the best - authentic cherry pies we have every had. the crust was flaky, the filling highlighted the natural taste of the cherries … all setting in a pool of cream.
I know he spelled some stuff wrong, but that sounds good to me! If you would like a pie, email me. I can make all varieties… Here’s a shot of the pie that the Yelper speaks of:
Also, if you like pictures of pies, you can buy some of mine off Instacanvas.
How is any American ok with calling this mockery of food “American” cheese. It’s disgusting, the worst cheese that ever existed. It’s got boring, made-up flavor because it’s a fake cheese. It’s exactly American. (and yes, I was born and bred here) Why do people still buy that crap? Is it for sale in other countries as “American cheese”? If so, what an embarrassment. Foreigners probably point and laugh at our feeble attempt to make cheese. God forbid we make an effort to produce something delicious. It’s fucking cheese! It’s not that hard to make. Come on America, try harder.