Candy Corn Cake: Failure

Have you ever had an idea that you wanted to work so badly, you managed to drown out all the very logical reasons it might go wrong with one single thought: Man, this is going to be awesome! Allow me to introduce you to my idea: Candy Corn Cake.

Me and Candy Corn Cake, we were destined for greatness. It all started with a spree of cake successes. An epic rainbow cake. A festive German flag cake. A 6-layer pumpkin and chocolate cake with chai buttercream frosting (no picture available, due to me making it for my own birthday party, then dropping the majority of it on the floor after a few too many vodka tonics). I got greedy. I needed more pretty cakes! With Halloween just around the corner, candy corn was the perfect choice. I’d get me a bundt pan, divide a white cake batter into thirds, dye one yellow and one orange, then layer them all—white, orange, yellow—in the pan. For the first two layers, I’d stick the pan in the freezer, just to get the batter to stiffen up enough to keep the following layer from displacing it. Then I’d bring it back to room temperature, pop it in the oven, and an hour later, out would come Candy Corn Cake! Maybe I’d even go all out and cut it down into a more triangular shape before frosting. And then . . . then . . . I’d reveal Candy Corn Cake to the world! Fellow cake-lovers would marvel. Babies would squeal with delight. Even the grumpiest of old men would stoically nod and declare, “now that’s a cake.”

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Kickin’ it Old School

What have I been up to lately? Oh, you know, just milling around.
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Look at my new flour mill! (Or: Look at my mom’s old flour mill!)

I’m really excited about this thing. I’ve been thinking about milling my own flour ever since my friend Whitney sent me a link to a very glorious (and expensive) electric flour mill. Clearly, this baby ain’t electric, but I’m ok with that. After all, it does embody many of the things I look for in kitchen tools: (1) it’s old, basic, and well-made; (2) it’s a family hand-me-down; (3) it can double as a weapon. Besides, my ballet workout doesn’t do much for the arms, so this can act as a piece of exercise equipment as well. I just have to remember to use both arms equally, so I don’t end up looking like that girl Rachel I knew my freshman year of college, who worked at Ben & Jerry’s and had one huge ice cream-scooping bicep.

Note: The above picture will forever drive me crazy, as the right bolt that adjusts the plate isn’t situated properly. Bah!

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Moving On Up

Last weekend, somebody learned how to use a big-girl camera. (It was me.) I’d like to say that I’ve been dying to get my hands on one because I know the difference between my point-and-shoot and a DSLR will be night and day, but that’s not exactly the case. There’s been one in my house the whole time. And I’ve been too lazy to spend 20 minutes reading about light metering and 10 minutes pressing random buttons to see what happens. Seriously, that was way easier than I expected. My pictures will suffer no more!

I still have a lot to learn. And a lot to spend. The camera I’m currently using is a Canon Rebel XT with the stock lens, and it isn’t even mine (it’s my brother’s). My friend Alicia (who totally rules) has offered to let me borrow her back-up Nikon D100, so I’ll be moving on to that at the end of the month. But I’ll eventually need to invest in my own! Au revoir, tax return.

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