The bars that went into the oven and came out as a cake. Despite my love of dark chocolate, peanut butter, and lemons (no particular order there), every now and then I get vanilla cravings. Vanilla has such a pure, laid-back simplicity to it, that I find it a refreshing change from all the fussy, high-maintenance holiday desserts. The softness and ease of this vanilla cake felt like slipping on a favourite pair of blue jeans...if they can slip on after those holiday desserts.
Thursday, January 20
I know you may be thinking "Where am I? Why am I here...I don't visit this blog for healthy recipes. This is my dark little happy place where I come to escape all that is green, leafy and not 'free' of anything except vital nutrients...and what is up with the fickle backgrounds?" But before you click away dramatically, feeling betrayed and alone, please just let me explain. I have and always will, worship at the alter of butter, sugar and dark imported beer. There just happened to be a bit of leftover almond flour from this month's Daring Bakers recipe (coming soon!). As for my blog's schizophrenic appearance lately, I've been toying with some new templates.
Tuesday, January 18
What could make a morning more perfectly tolerable than a cup of dark roast coffee and a lemon poppy seed muffin? To me, mornings are like fresh sheets of clean white paper just waiting for a story to unfold, they couldn't care less about what happened yesterday. And if one could eat an actual morning, I believe that it would taste like a lemon poppy seed muffin- soft centered, bright, and sweetly unpretentious. But then again they do contain lemons, so I may be biased. :-)
Friday, January 14
Let's be honest, when it comes to certain forms of food, sometimes we eat it with unnecessary accessories just to make ourselves feel better. Take, for example, the peanut butter & jelly sandwich. Is the bread truly needed, especially when it merely serves as a 'platform' for the good parts? Left to our own devices, we would just as soon be armed with a spoon + two open jars.
Tuesday, January 11
If an intelligent, sweet madeleine from a Paris pâtisserie suddenly felt the need to do something daring by moving to some exotic place- whereupon she met, and fell for a rebellious, yet caring American...this would be their love child. And yes, I know my food has a lot of love children running around this blog (it's my repressed inner free-spirit.) The dark chocolate brings the normally reticent madeleine out of her icy 'shell' and shows her that it's ok to let go of the constant struggle for perfection. She quickly realizes the importance of having fun and living life to it's marshmallowy fullness!