| 1 3/4 sticks butter, soft | |
| 18 oz. sugar | |
| 2 eggs | |
| 1 tbsp. vanilla | |
| 2 1/2 cups flour | |
| 1 tsp. baking soda | |
| dash of salt | |
| Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Combine flour, baking soda and salt in a small bowl. In another bowl, cream the butter and sugar together. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Then pour vanilla. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Drop by the rounded tablespoon onto the ungreased baking sheet. Bake for eleven minutes. |
A Cake For Tata
A Cake For Tata is a collection of notes and recipes from the girl who started The Bee's Knees Co. and Creme Chocolat (and fell in love with France).
Despite being a world traveler by way of the U.S. Government I aspire to have a passport of my own and see the world through food. And though I'm not big on eating pastries, I absolutely love macarons, sugar cookies, and chocolate cake with hazelnut filling. Lastly, as I journey through my passion of food, I'm learning how not to waste so much time constructing my life, rather to enjoy it and just live it.
Despite being a world traveler by way of the U.S. Government I aspire to have a passport of my own and see the world through food. And though I'm not big on eating pastries, I absolutely love macarons, sugar cookies, and chocolate cake with hazelnut filling. Lastly, as I journey through my passion of food, I'm learning how not to waste so much time constructing my life, rather to enjoy it and just live it.
I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.
J.D. Salinger (via allthingsstylish)
(Source: bookmania, via allthingsstylish)
Beets are to Pennsylvania as oranges are to Florida, and since they’re so widely available, my wife and I are always looking for ways to incorporate them into a recipe. Enter this take on beet cake by Tiger In A Jar. I loved this line from their description:
Baking is a gathering of interesting materials, a mixed medium art piece of sorts, that ends in a cake instead of a canvas.“A mixed medium art piece”—exactly.
1 month ago - 
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My feelings are absolutely hurt right now. Do you see the lumps and bumps? I hate mirror glazes!!!! And just as I was about to start throwing my fist in the air, my youngest sister says, ” if at first you don’t succeed try, try again; and keep moving forward.” She said the latter part is by Disney. Oh, how I could punch optimism in the face right now!
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5Eli B.
April 4, 2012
When was the last time you watched the sun set and said, “Goodnight, I will see you in the morning;” and when was the last time you said a prayer or wrote one down? I’ve never told the sun goodnight, but on the train rides from Fredericksburg to work I’d say good morning. I’d say, “Bonjour mon Dieu, bonjour tout le monde,” then close my eyes and go to sleep. Mostly, I was being ridicules, but I’m sure God was smiling deep from his belly somewhere throughout the sky.
Anyway, I know we just met and we’re still strange to one another, but I wanted to wish you an unending happiness on your born day. I thought we could devote this year to increase—increase in great opportunities, increase in lasting relationships, and an increase in blessings. And pray that there be a great strive created in you to become the man that God has called you to become.
It’s funny how we met by happy-stance; and yet, I stopped you when you offered that everything happens for a reason. I’m not sure where my head was, but no one ever just meets by happy-stance. Twenty-nine and three hundred and sixty-five days ago (accounting for Leap Year) God knew were going to meet. Like all good things, He planned it. He uses people somehow, somewhere with their power, their abilities, and their influence on our behalf…on your behalf. So, we will see.
Eli B., happy birthday/joyeux anniversaire. As God continues to bless me in my life, you be blessed in yours. May your heart be filled abundantly and may your stomach be full. In Jesus’ name.
It was solemn, nostalgic, and incredible. Nothing happened. There was no wanderlust, no inspiration, and not one ounce of periwinkle paint as I had hoped. Nothing significant happened. There was only the rain and me that was in it. I was searching for something and I think that something was me.
