Yep. Everyone wants to be looking at a super rich, dark drippy thick chocolate peppermint buttercream cake right now. December holiday weight gain, I laugh in your face – because yes, you won, you magnificent butter, chocolate and cheese stuffed bastard! I did indeed make this peppermint chocolate cake for my husband’s birthday in December. Dark chocolate cake layers, cool mint frosting and the drip. I used the same chocolate cake recipe from my birthday cake back in November. I know everyone’s nibbling steamed kale and power-juicing dragon fruit these days. I get it. January is some painful, muffin top times and it’s hard to look at cake.
So why Stressballs 2015!?? Not only stressballs but also SUPER DUPER CAKE EXCITEMENT … because … djembe and bongo drumroll with a dreadlock on top…
I’m writing a cake book!
OH MY GAD I have a manuscript due.
PAIN! PAIN! Excitement, yet PAIN! FEAR! MORE EXCITEMENT!
This is my brain on cake book!
Honest to goodness, heavens to Betsey Johnson this is seriously my dream come true. My cake book will be coming out of the closet in 2016, published by the very excellent Roost Books.
So … all I’m sayin’ is… there could be a teensy bit less of Coco Cake Land in the next little while. It might be because I am rolled into a tiny ball crying in the corner of my house covered in buttercream. It might be because I am jettisoned with cakecitement, hyper on green tea and power-editing photos. But it’s definitely not because I don’t love you guys, and my sweet precious blog. No, if my blog were a pet, it would have feather stuffed satin pillows to sleep on and rib eye steak for breakfast. It’s simply because I will be sweating (and swearing) daily in the exciting and stressful production of my cake book! I’m a roller coaster of emotions! Seriously, dream come true – when I was a kid, I would write fake “about the authors” about myself, scrawled on the back of a stack of loose leaf paper stapled hastily together and written in ball point pen. I am truly thrilled to have embarked on this endeavour!
To de-stress and de-frizzle my brain, I’ve been deeply enjoying reading M.F.K. Fisher. I picked up a copy of The Art Of Eating at a used bookstore close to my place and it’s a collection of 5 of her books, including How To Cook A Wolf, Consider The Oyster and The Gastronomical Me. Written in 1937 onward, it’s fascinating to read, and calming, because I am calmed somehow by reading about Aunt Gwen’s Cold Shape (ingredients include 1 calf head, quartered). I’ve always loved reading recipes in books, whether I end up making them or not. And reading about how to economically shop for and cook a particular sludge-like dish simply so your family will not starve to death during war-sanctioned food rations puts into perspective the excess and mind-blowing food wastage that happens today. Plus M.F.K. is m-f-ing brilliant. Her writing transports, and makes me chuckle, and nod and be like: Yes.
Another de-stressor is reading this: Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar. I forgot how gut-bustingly funny this is. It’s a spoof of poor Guy Fieri’s restaurant menu. I find Guy Fieri disturbingly endearing, bleached spiked hair and 90s Smashmouth and all. He both delights and disgusts (in the way he wolfs down food so horrendously gluttonously) yet he’s got his own plastic sunglasses charm.
Ok I promise my book won’t be so all over the place as this blog post. I’ve got a really nice and smart editor who’s gonna whip my butt into Cold Shape. (he!) Happy January, my sweet blog friends! xo Lyndsay