tropes, truths, and of course, cake I read this article in the NYT and had a mini revelation. (To ignore my musings, scroll down for a most delicious reason to put Widow Jane in your fairy cakes.) I live in Brooklyn, I’ve got bangs, I’m all boobs and eyeballs and suffer from awkward social interactions … Continue reading
Hidden Baby and some more s’mores Food tastes better when you share. True story. I was lucky enough to share my Sunday morning with Courtney and Kelsey over at HiddenBaby.com downing a couple drunk s’mores (breakfast of champions, I know, but it’s okay, my lunch included birthday tequila shots with my college housemates). I met … Continue reading
If food is love, (and I believe it is), and if cookies are made with butter plus love, (exhibit A), then this recipe of heavy cream bourbon soaked butterscotch buttery goodness is like that smokin’ hot bearded guy saying “hey baby, let’s head down to the Rockaways on my motorcycle and get tacos”. Stop judging … Continue reading
Alternate title: Grey Meat Area I’m making candied bacon. Why? Because I can. And because I can’t think of anything better to use as a swizzle stick in a bourbonbacontini. And because this is a prime example of the fact that there are no bad decisions. Just decisions, and we roll with the results of … Continue reading
Once, in another lifetime, I spent one night lying on the floor with 31 other similarly minded people. It was one of those times when crying, hugging, and declarations of never ending love are normal modes of expression. The rest of the world doesn’t function like that: unbridled expression of comaraderie, brotherhood, family. Only small … Continue reading
Its been a long week. (I know, it’s Monday.) I’m tired. I have a grumpy. So even though it is still only October, its officially holiday baking time! Okay, technically, nothing holiday-y about it, but I tend to associate figs with winter and snow and holidays and Christmas Club. My momma was telling me about … Continue reading
The MTA got shut down at noon yesterday and the only thing open in my neighborhood seemed to be bars, and while I’m not one to hate on a good day drink, it just didn’t seem quite appropriate. Plus I had just watched Final Destination and had visions of windows shattering with well aimed glass … Continue reading
Boozy baking is everywhere! My momma had a birthday on Saturday and there was an absurd amount of baking to commemorate her awesomeness. The recipes that did not come from my very talented mother came from marthastewart.com. This is a delicious ginger pecan cake with bourbon whipped cream. Boozy! by Ellie Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 