Fresh Coconut

Coconut seems to be one of those "love it or hate it" foods.  I'm on the "love it" side of the fence.  The sweetened flakes most of us grew up with aren't necessarily my favorite, but they have their uses.  My favorite is fresh coconut cracked from the shell.  I've shared some at work, and apparently my coworkers are pretty fond of it as well. 

Red "Velvet" Cake

Full disclosure:  I'm not particularly enamored with red velvet cake.  

Most of my aversion stems around the artificial color.  Not that I have a spectacularly sophisticated palate, but I can taste the coloring (sort of in the same manner I'm able to taste the can from canned foods and beverages).  

My other pet peeve with red velvet cake is that most of what I've been served is not what I would consider to be velvet.  In my opinion - and this is totally just "Dawn on cake" - if it doesn't have the fine crumb and delicate texture of a true velvet cake, it's nothing more than a mild cocoa cake with red food coloring.

Unfinished Business

Or “The Posts that Never Were”. 

Do you ever start things without finishing them?  When it comes to follow through, I am often lacking.  Whether it be lack of motivation, lack of time, lack of interest, combinations thereof, I won’t even begin to list the number of projects I have started in various stages of (lack of) completion.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Crusted Cake

Occasionally, I foolishly agree to do things that I know I shouldn’t.  I know that it’s going to cause me stress and make me temporarily insane(r).  But I do it anyway because I also know that the end, my insanity will result in someone else’s joy.

Such is the case for this birthday cake.  The office manager in Tug’s school, Arthurina, sent me a message asking if I did birthday cakes.  The school’s administrative aide, Sheila, had a birthday coming up and they were going to be celebrating at the office.  Since I’ve returned to work, I’ve been saying “no” to cakes as they can be time consuming and I refuse to use frozen cake.  I probably should have said “no” to this one.  But since I didn’t . . .

Snow Days

Although we didn't get a white Christmas,we got a white day after Christmas.  And a little more white three days after Christmas.  This is what it looks like from my corner of the world:

His and Hers Risotto

While there is an exhaustive list of things Tug and I have in common; we have our differences, too.  One of the areas where that's most prevalent is what we (want to) eat.  We could both be considered picky eaters, but in vastly different ways.  At home, he would be perfectly happy with meat and potatoes every night, with pizza on occasion.  But take him to a restaurant near any coast and the man will eat anything that comes out of the water.  Growing up landlocked, I'm not as adventurous, but I do get a little bored with the meat and potato routine.  I like to try new and different things once in awhile.