I have never understood the gourmet cupcake craze. Don’t get me wrong—I understand the appeal of cupcakes themselves. Bite-sized cakes, with a 50/50 frosting ratio, adorably petite, so cute they’re practically batting Disney princess eyes at you, and socially acceptable to eat as an afternoon snack? That I get. What I don’t get is paying…
This might be surprising given the name of my blog, but I rarely buy commercial candy. For one thing, I already eat way too much candy as a result of my other job, and some days I fear that my tombstone will read, “Here lies Elizabeth. She really should have stopped after 12 truffles.” For…
The city where I grew up, San Jose, doesn’t have a nationally known signature dish. It’s more suburban sprawl than cutting-edge culinary destination. However, there are certain foods that I will always associate with San Jose. During high school I practically lived on falafels from Falafel Drive-In, and to this day I swear their spicy…
I’ve mentioned before that I’m a little obsessed with passion fruit. The flavor, the concept—even the name. When I hear “passion fruit” in my head, it’s invariably being said by someone with a sultry accent, all slow esses and coy head tilts and eyebrow wiggles. It’s a name that’s basically begging you to love it,…
Any Princess Bride fans in the house? Today’s hybrid cookie bark recipe brought to mind this quote from one of the most quotable movies of all time*: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togeder today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam… I’m referring, of course, to the mawwiage—excuse me, the marriage—of some…
Last week I was talking to Jason about upcoming desserts for the blog, and I mentioned I wanted to do a fruit pizza for Easter. He furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side like a curious chihuahua. “Fruit…pizza? Is that exactly what it sounds like?” I couldn’t believe it. We’ve been married…
I’ve always thought of Easter as a “fancy” holiday. Maybe it’s all the frilly little Easter dresses and matching bonnets I’m seeing in stores—when else do girls these days have a chance to wear a nice bonnet anymore? It’s all skinny jeans and belly shirts and ipods and cell phones and man, am I old….
As a southern Californian, I don’t know that I can talk about the arrival of spring with a straight face. While it’s not true that we “don’t have seasons,” as so many transplants are fond of complaining (usually spoken while wearing flip-flops in January and waving around an iced coffee), our seasonal changes are not…
