Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Taste of Childhood

I did it. I did what every person should do at least once in their lives. You know, just to say that they did.

I made Moon Pies.

Are you impressed? Or confused. Probably confused. 

Moon Pies are more of a southern thing. I know that I technically live in the south, but come on now, Maryland is really part of the central Pacific states. I think I may have just made up that term. 

Growing up I remember my mother loving moon pies. Whenever we could get a special treat at the store, she would pick one of those. Honestly, that habit was a bit curious seeing as she is from California.

I've been on pinterest for a while, and it has sucked a lot of time away from me. One thing it has done, however, is lend itself to giving me new recipe ideas. Moon Pies popped up on my adventuring one day, and I knew that I must make them.

I found the recipe at this lovely little blog. And the recipe proved to be delicious.

I did not in face document the entire moon making extravaganza, I just captured the end result. And badly. Meaning the pictures I took were mediocre.

It was a pretty involved process. But it was worth it to eat a moon pie with homemade graham crackers and marshmallow.

Since they are my mother's favorite treat, they were gone in a few days. I recommend them for school snacks, or a really special treat. But why can't that be one in the same?

Monday, November 21, 2011

Strawberry Goodness

Can you believe that it is almost Christmastime? Can you believe that Maryland suffered an earthquake [okay, so that was back in September]? Can you believe that the seasons change so quickly? You blink once and fall is practically over. I am a bit ashamed at my lack of blogging-ness as of the past few months. I've been focusing on other things I suppose. Time has passed quickly, however. 

I just want to show off some delicious-ness that I baked up for my sister's birthday in September. She turned 14. She is generally quite awesome. Quite the little artist. And by little artist I mean that she kicks artistic butt. She is incredibly talented at what she does, and I can only imagine that she will grow in leaps and bounds in the next few years as she develops her talent. Well done, sister.

So, the few days before her birthday I was brainstorming cakes. I almost always make chocolate cakes. It is like I am incapable of baking anything else. Legitimately. It's sad. It's just that when I think of dessert I always think of chocolate. That's what I would like to eat when I am indulging [or on a regular basis really]. So I thought to myself, "what can I whip up that isn't chocolate for once?" The answer? Well, I wanted to do something simple. So I opted for a cake layered with strawberries. But that's not all. I then thought that I should incorporate red velvet cake in there somewhere. And probably white cake. So why not both? Throw some cream cheese frosting in there and we are good to go.

The cake ended up being a monster of a thing. But isn't that the way most of my baking escapades end up? [If you don't know the answer to that question, it is an undeniable yes]

Did I say I was pleased with the results? Cause I was. The white cake recipe I found was especially wonderful. It was so fluffy and perfect. I never knew that whipping meringue into a cake works wonders for the consistency! Joy and joyness abounded in my heart at one am in the morning.

The final result included frosting the outside of the cake with a thin layer of cream cheese frosting. I'd like to claim that I did that on purpose, but the real reason was that I ran out of frosting and was too lazy to make more. So it got the "rustic look." And lots of sprinkles.

I found fantastically long candles at Michaels which claimed to be those re-lighting sparkler candles. They didn't re-light so well. Also, my sister tried to blow them out with her nose. Disgusted yet? They were pretty though. I like using them despite their inability to cause surprise. I think they look distinguished on huge cakes.

I told Jannie to look nice for the picture. This is what I got:

Then I told her to look excited for the cake. This is what I got:

Obviously other members of the family were more enthused about the cake. Clearly.

I do have to show case the intense inside of the cake in order that you understand how tasty this thing was despite the lack of chocolate.

 Also, I have a weird habit where I get my picture with almost all the cakes I have baked. I say almost because now someone is going to fact check that statement and discover that I have not in fact gotten a picture with all of them. So to cover my rear end I inserted the word almost. Works like a charm every time.

And in case you forgot what the Bigelow girls look like, here's a picture. I am the midget of the family, and I embrace that fact. And fact checkers, you can check that fact because I am 99.9% sure that it is true. Unless we are counting dogs, then not so much and I retract my former statement.