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Archive for January, 2010

About a year ago, a friend spontaneously dropped by with goodies from the adorable bakery Miette Confiserie.  Although I have never been to Miette or Confectionary Row for that matter, I know that it is my kind of bakery after admiring its gorgeous web site and photos for hours.  Yes, it is the kind that would make guys squirm at all the pinkness and frills, but I admire that it also takes great care in its packaging after all, it did enclose a lovely postcard and sealed each box with a colorful Miette sticker.  I am a total sucker for all things packaged adorably :P

Among the distinctly French confections my friend bought, there was a single cupcake, which happened to be their very popular gingerbread cupcake.  Unaware of this at the time, I nibbled away at it, thinking that this was a pumpkin or other spiced cupcake.  Of course, when I found out, I was mortified.  The first time I had true gingerbread, I did not do it justice by mindlessly eating away at it.  Now, I still don’t know what it tastes like!

Fast forward a year later, I was armed with multiple gingerbread recipes–the Gramercy Tavern Stout Gingerbread, Claire Clark’s, Tartine’s, and Emily Luchetti’s.  While I originally had the Stout Gingerbread in mind, my brother or his friend drank the stout I had been saving for that.  (Evil!  I deliberately bought it as extra stout, so they would not be tempted to drink it since it would not be a tasty beer!  Wait, is “tasty beer” an oxymoron?)  That left Claire Clark, Tartine’s, or Emily Luchetti’s.  Because I was pretty sure that all of the recipes would do gingerbread justice, I let my friend who brought the Miette goodies pick.

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Honey Vanilla Pound Cake

Lately, I have been baking with the people I gift in mind.  Learning the kinds of food that each person enjoys has been very humbling because I have to think about what specific quality about that baked good does that person enjoy.  For example, my dad enjoys oatmeal raisin cookies for their chewiness.  In that vein, I have been trying to introduce him new kinds of chewy cookies.

However, this past month of quasi-house arrest has forced me to be more resourceful.  Instead of scurrying out to buy a special ingredient, I find myself staring at the pantry for inspiration. I like to bring a baked good or two back to my apartment in San Francisco, which I share with my aunt.  Knowing that she loves pound cakes, I wanted to pick an interesting variation that doesn’t any special ingredients.

When it came down to it, I chose this Barefoot Contessa recipe because as everyone knows, her recipes are reliable and wonderful.  That is, of course, until Lychee decides to play around with the culinary chemistry.

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Lately, I find myself anxious at the thought of the start of the new semester.  Part of it is because of the newness of the classes.  The other part is the idea of being stuck in class for hours.  Although I seem like a very studious student, I get my share of the fidgets.  While my peers are texting to their friends or snoozing through class, I am furiously scribbling down my baking plans.   That’s all fine to me because I am being productive as a multi-tasker!  That is, of course, until someone asks me for my notes, and I have to quickly move from O-O to erasing all my baking plans for the next month or so off my lecture notes…

Anyway, I have meant to make brownies for a while since I have amassed a few recipes that I would like to test.  However, my plans keep getting pushed back because I really need people to help me eat them since my Asian parents cannot handle brownies in general and my friends have been largely out-of-town.  (Psst, I am still hiring tummies to feed!)  Now that they are all back, time to bake and distribute!

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It is rare for San Francisco to get hot and sticky, but it does, especially during late summer.  When that happens, the locals begin to fidget, and I begin to fidget, as this restless energy spreads.  I remember this especially well since on one of those days, I was in the corner of a tiny ice cream shop called Bi-Rite Creamery with other uncomfortably sticky locals.

Normally, this is the worst place for me to be because I am slightly agoraphobic.  (Arms length personal space, please!)  However, while I was eating that ice cream, I felt alone in my space, savoring each bite of ice cream.  No, it did not faze me that I was next to the trash can and had to constantly shift, so people could shoot their ice cream cups into the trash.  It also did not faze me that behind me was a group of loud, giggly girls.  I was alone and happy.

Fast forward six months later, and I find myself feeling trapped once again.  Thanks to the fact I have no car to drive, I am starting this new year in quasi-house arrest.  Instead of dwelling on this semi-imprisonment, I focused on recreating happier times.

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