Belated l’shanah tovah! Or in goy-speak, happy Rosh Hashanah, aka the Jewish new year! Having been raised Jewish in New York, I grew up under the assumption that most people knew at least a little about Judaism. Yes, obviously I was very mistaken and that was quickly made clear to me in the first few weeks of college in rural Ohio. Now that I’m back living in NY, I celebrate it with my family in a very millennial, non-religious way. In short, I go to synagogue/temple with my family because it matters to them, and I go to the meals/cook/write about it here because food matter to me. Plus family heritage and whatnot, you get the point….
As much as I adore pumpkin loaf, or even pumpkin ice cream, I always find myself reluctant to start using it once the first day of fall hits and pumpkin-spice everything takes over. Which is weird (to me, at least) because as far as ingredients go, pumpkin puree is amazing- it’s moist, requires far less butter or oil than normal baked goods, and you can keep it in your pantry for years (well, 2-ish) without it going bad….
If,by chance, you visit this site with any regularity, you might have noticed a bunch of the posts have been a bit lacking (read: completely void) of text. It’s not because I didn’t have something to say, because god knows I always do, but the jumble-y mess that was my mind this summer has made self-articulation something of a challenge….
Perhaps it goes without saying, but my friends are lucky to have me. JUST KIDDING. It’s mutually beneficial.
I don’t know if there’s any explanation for this, but it seems as though there are a lot of birthdays in late winter/early spring. That might just be because I am a late-summer baby (i.e. I watched all my friends go to bars last summer while I waited until September to 21, not that I’m bitter or anything), but regardless of my perceptions, I have made four birthday cakes in the last two weeks. I’m not complaining, because I love baking and they were all for good friends who deserved great birthday cakes, but I have to say, I went through a s**t ton of butter and flour. [Sidenote: Grandma, the KitchenAid was truly the best birthday gift- my left arm really appreciates it, and no I did not just curse on my blog]…
My sister, strange child that she is, hates all things chocolate. Despite the fact that, to our dad’s family, it is nearly blasphemous to say such a thing, she has spent her near-nineteen years turning her nose up at anything cocoa (save one time, at age three, when she attempted to eat a Barbie chocolate because it was wrapped in pink foil). So when I turned up to the photo lab meeting last night with only brownie-cupcakes, she immediately chided me for not making something she would eat. These muffins are a baked apology….