Saturday, March 10, 2012

It's Not My Birthday

My fondness for New York's Momofuku Milk Bar is well-known, what with my recent visit last fall, and repeated attempts at their Crack Pie at the behest of annoying friends who are more than happy to allow the dish to live up to its name.

Resident chef Christina Tosi came out with a cookbook based on Milk Bar's most memorable recipes late last year. Additionally, Williams-Sonoma recently introduced boxed mixes for their three most popular cookies.

Despite the recent introduction of the cookbook - or perhaps because of it - recipes for most of Milk Bar's most recognizable items are already available online for free. I was interested by Tosi's stripped down, almost naked approach to cakes:



Tosi's recipes are well-known for being intensive, requiring several stages, and generally being a pain in the ass. How she manages to keep that place in a constant stream of cakes, cookies, and whatever else and still remain a going concern is beyond me; but given that I have the luxury of only making her stuff when the urge strikes me or when someone manages to successfully annoy me enough, it doesn't bother me.

I decided to take on the Milk Bar's birthday cake. Linked is a good step-by-step and the recipe. Ironically, in this recipe, Tosi attempts to as closely replicate a boxed mix and frosting as much as possible with a homemade item.

I'm not going to spell out a step-by-step here because it's drawn out and complicated, and completely surpasses my laziness quota for the day. The link above does a pretty comprehensive job. But here's a few key steps:

Several of Tosi's recipes, including this cake, as well as her blueberries and cream cookies, start with crumbs, which are more or less a crunchy, condensed version of whatever it is you're making.



Her cakes are 6", so to facilitate both the unique look as well as the unusual size, the cake is cooked in a big sheet from which three 6" rounds are cut.



To keep the shape of the cake while assembling, it's built within an acetate form and then frozen prior to serving.



A better look at the assembly...



...and the final product. Overall, it starts with a cake round, which is soaked in a mixture of vanilla and milk, then a layer of icing, then crumbs, and more icing; repeat once more, and finish with a last round of cake and layer of icing. More crumbs on top for decoration.



The recipe says to "cut it neatly with a chef's knife". You would need some serious Shun motherfuckers to cut this cake cleanly; the crumbs are crunchy as hell, so it's awkward to cut and more or less falls apart on the plate. But the presentation is striking, if not terribly polished, and it tastes pretty good. Maybe not worth the overall effort, but good. I'd like to try her recipe for blueberries and cream cookies next; I had those from the Milk Bar when I was in New York, and it was my favourite of the cookies they had available that day.

Making progress on my dorky embroidery project. True to the purpose of an embroidery sampler, I'm getting a lot better at each technique, to the point where I've actually gone back and ripped out a couple of the earlier letters to do them over.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Off the Chain



I picked up the Megan Print Scarf from Roots today. Tribal print is looking like it'll be pretty big this season - Slate recently had an interesting article about the origins of what we consider a "tribal" pattern.



I found a set of golden yellow Pyrex mixing bowls at Goodwill this weekend. And yeah, I already have a few Pyrex bowls, but I'd love to eventually have a built-in filled with this kind of think, a la Chase over at Oh the Cuteness!:



Note the jadeite cake stand. The jadeite cake stand is key. Check out her blog by the way, she does a lot of the same things I do, only better, and with much less swearing.

I also found a good Pyrex liquid measuring cup, and an old souvenir picture that reads "A General View of Niagara Falls." It's definitely pre-1960s as the print is of a black and white photo that's been hand-tinted, and the stand on the back is attached by a tiny, ancient-looking ribbon. You don't see that kind of attention to detail any more.





And now that I have turned 30, I'm brushing up on my Elderly People Skills like embroidery. I purchased the Daisy Chain Sampler pattern from Rosy Little Things and have been working diligently on it. As a result, I've learned that I'm abhorrent at embroidery.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Just The Tip



I ordered the dress above from Shabby Apple as a sort of early birthday gift to myself (justification for the win). And all this recent dress buying has put me in mind of summer - not spring, mind you, but real summer.

Spring, in Southern Ontario, at least, is the worthless seasonal equivalent of "just the tip". It's a worse cock-tease than I am - even this February alone has been balmy days of seven degrees or more, interspersed with overnight blizzards that are then immediately wiped out by days of torrential rain. It's bullshit, and it makes me think of all the things I miss about a proper summer:

  • Camping

  • Drinks on a patio

  • Thunderstorms

  • Lightning bugs along my running path

  • Standing on the train platform not freezing my balls off

  • Camping

  • Easy, throw-on-a-dress effortless outfits

  • Evening bike rides along the lakeshore

  • Runs that don't require twenty pounds of gear

  • Leaves on the trees

  • CAMPING


Summer always seems to be over almost as soon as you notice it's begun. So if I start thinking about it now, maybe it'll last longer?

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

He'll Probably Never Forget My Birthday Again

Sunday, February 26, 2012

She Is Risen

I swear, only a runner could funnel $75 worth of alcohol, plus several rounds of shots containing God knows what (I suspect antifreeze, judging by the colour) into a 130 pound frame, and wake up eight hours later with not so much as a headache. Metabolism: I has one.

When I woke up I had a drumstick from the band that was playing in my purse, and a text from some guy trying to convince me to be in his music video. I think I might make my thirties the party decade.

Friday, February 24, 2012

We All Fall Down



While looking for things to add to my rusty metal collection, I was reminded of the wonderful posy ring and how badly I want one. Posy rings were simple gold bands popularly used as wedding rings or lovers' tokens from the medieval age to the 18th century; they typically would have messages of faith and devotion inscribed on the inside or outside of the band, like "I rejoyce in the my choice", "In Christ and thee my comfort be", or "In love abide till death devide". There's a good page filled with messages from these rings here.

Being the offbeat, forever alone, would-accept-a-twist-tie-at-this-point-in-time kind of person that I am, I think an authentic posy ring would make an incredibly outstanding and meaningful engagement ring or wedding band. If she insists on diamonds instead of charming little messages spelled with Vs where the Us should be, she's a vapid whore and you should dump her.



Look at this goddamn cat. Seller CATatelier on Etsy makes clothes for cats for whatever inexplicable reason; even more puzzling is how she ended up with the most tolerant goddamn cat in the world.

GhettoHikes on Twitter is the new oldmansearch. Claims the author: "I'm 28. I have a full time job leading urban kids (of all races) on nature hikes. I simply write down shit they say." Highlights include "Crazy shit out here in da wild, feel likes i'mma catch diabetes or some shit" and "Bring the first aids kit, Leon think he tore his rotisserie cuff."



FINALLY. I officially no longer have to hoard boxes of red velvet cake mix when I visit the states like some kind of red no. 6 junkie. Kind of stupid that it's made it's Canadian debut in cupcake form, but whatever.

Lastly, the Honey Vanilla tea latte from Second Cup is the shit. It would be nice if they would provide nutritional information for it on their site like they're, oh, legally obligated to do, but then again, maybe not, since I know that each shot of those Torani syrups has more or less 100 calories, and they are not conservative with that shit.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Lockjaw



I bought one of those glass box thingers to keep my rusty metal collection in. I like how it tends to elevate anything you place inside it:


Crappy highlighter vs. OBJET D'ART


Now that I'm mere days away from my youth being officially cast into the lake of fire, I think it's important that I start to acquire items that I will later shriek at my children to stay away from.



I like to keep all of my tetanus in one place.

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