I’m not going to lie– cakes are my absolute favorite thing to bake. I love the whole process of cake making. I love the chemistry of the baking itself. I love attempting to yield the moistest cake with the brightest flavor combinations. I love temporarily becoming a cake architect while trying to piece it all together. Most of all, I love pairing the flavors of the cake with an aesthetic image that I’ve created in my head. Cakes are the perfect craft.
That said, this summer I discovered pie.
I want to cut into this pie. I want to so badly.
The best part of living in Berkeley? Well, there are A LOT of great things about living in Berkeley, but one of the best perks is the Berkeley Bowl. Why? Because I managed to snag four pounds of blackberries for two dollars and had my choice of 35 different types of apples with which to make this pie. Read more
I am sad to say that most people my age have never experienced the glory of browned butter; most have yet to experience the nutty richness of slightly burned milk solids. Tragic, I know.
I know many bakers who scorn the idea of baking in the heat. Let’s be real: in California’s 110 degree summers, who the heck cares? Read more