(she writes too!)
Nutella and I have a long, sordid history together. It started when I was living in Florence, Italy for a summer, pining for peanut butter, my favorite medium for stress-eating. Living in another country with 5 housemates had its trying moments and I missed the creamy comfort of Skippy schmeared on a sandwich, warm and melty on toast or sticking to my mouth straight out of the jar. At seven euro a tiny container, I couldn’t justify the price. [Read more...]
Last week my friend Don invited me to a surprise birthday party for his partner, Benjamin. When I asked what I could bring, he coyly asked, “Do you remember that tres leches cake you made that one time? Could you make that?!” Of course by ‘that one time,’ he meant a dinner party two and a half years ago. I had to take a minute to think back to it and, as I did, I found myself wondering, if Don remembered the cake two years later, was it really that good? [Read more...]
Yes, folks. You read that right. I, Kelly “Bacon” Bakes (okay my real middle name isn’t actually bacon, but isn’t it pretty to think so? [name that novel!]), have done the unthinkable: I have baked sans eggs and butter. *cue locusts, dramatic screams and women fainting everywhere* “But Kelly,” you ask, “what on earth could have prompted you to go against everything you know and dive into the unknown depths of vegan baking?” Well, dear readers, let me tell you…
