My friend requested a Cake Wreck-y sheet cake, and trying to convey intentionally bad decoration is surprisingly hard! Plus: my “EVE Talk” on eros and katsudon.
A three-course Hannibal-inspired meal. “When Love was shown me with such terrors fraught/ As may not carelessly be spoken of.”
Am I doing this right?
This recipe is a gift from the two of us to you all for Valentine’s Day. Even though it’s a bullshit capitalist holiday that hinges on expressing love by either participating in socially sanctioned, exploitative expressions of heteronormativity or by equally problematic mocking thereof, I urge you to use this opportunity for the radical act of loving yourself.
It’s true–nothing says “Christmas cookie” to the Ohioan like spritz. So, to accompany today’s very Midwestern holiday cookie recipe, here are some organizations that support queer rights and reproductive justice in the general vicinity of my hometown in southern Ohio.
I understand that food blogs carrying on as scheduled is a source of comfort and normality in these first three days. However, for my first 100 days of activism, this blog is going to be relentlessly queer. Rainbow-laser queer. Queer turned to 11.
[queerness intensifies] First, we start with self care.
This cake is an upside-down cake made with figs in a cast-iron skillet, and it’s vegan. Cooking in with cast iron wasn’t on my 2016 goals list, but I’m really enjoying branching out and learning new skills, like cleaning and caring for the cast-iron collection C brought with them when we moved in together. Caramelized figs, chewy edges, and a moist crumb made this cake a hit with vegans and non-vegans alike.
C is teaching me how to make ice cream, so we came up with this recipe together…. I feel like there should be a Fried Green Tomatoes joke here because queer romance is clearly making messy foods together in the kitchen, right?
Or, that time when I made my partner a Twin Peaks cake and accidentally wrote Cooper/Truman fanfiction
C is from the California part of the PNW, and their hometown is famous for candy-cap mushrooms, which are dried edible mushrooms that smell and taste as sweet as candy. (Which I guess could be a hamfisted metaphor of sorts: people don’t think those mushrooms are real, and they don’t think we’re real, either.)
Like every other food blogger and foodie friend I know, I watched The Great British Bake Off, (or Baking Show, as it’s known in the US) this winter. I’m not a big reality cooking competition enthusiast, and the optimism and teamwork of the show were exactly what I needed. A friend told me about Book Larder‘s new event “The Great…