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Funfetti Cake, Bad Feminist, and Other FUNdamental Stuff

Funfetti Cake, Bad Feminist, and Other FUNdamental Stuff

A layer cake fiend in the making. I swear my chin is smaller now.

A layer cake fiend in the making. I swear my chin is smaller now.

When I was little, I remember making a list of things I absolutely for sure needed to do before I graduated college. Before you get excited, let me just remind you of how utterly lame I am by telling you that item number one was 'understand budgeting.' And no, before you ask, I never quite got there. This list included things I considered (at the ripe age of 18) to be barring me from absolute adulthood and also featured two things I like to think I've accomplished by now: develop a "sense of good taste" in reading and bake a layer cake. Upon reflection, I had no idea what actual adulthood would demand of me, and should've probably stayed in high school forever. Alas.

Disclaimer: this is the cake I made in college. It was not mini. I ate it anyway.

Disclaimer: this is the cake I made in college. It was not mini. I ate it anyway.

Fast forward to the spring before I graduated. I finally successfully made a three layer cake. It took me 48 hours, two mental breakdowns, and a bottle of red wine. The cake was beautiful, delicious, and practically perfect, and I swore I'd never make it again. Fast forward AGAIN to now. I'm older. Better. Stronger. Smarter. More beautiful? Correct answer: none of the above. 

I know this because last week, I set out to make a mini layer cake (mini because I know my limits as well as I do my aging metabolism), and discovered that I am just as bad at it as I remember. I don't have the patience to let the cake cool before icing it. I don't remember to preheat the oven. I eat so much of the icing that I need to make another batch of icing in order to actually ice the whole cake. I am an imperfect baker. I admit this. But I can come back the next day and try again. Which actually worked out pretty well (check it out here and give it a go yourself).

Turns out, I picked the perfect book to go with my incredibly taxing and girly cake: Bad Feminist. The whole book is about how even though we're all just made up of contradictions and messy parts, that's no excuse to suck. Life lesson = learned. Cake = devoured. And, for the record, Tums = taken.

Shakshuka, The Interestings, and the People With Whom You Eat

Shakshuka, The Interestings, and the People With Whom You Eat

Tuscan Kale Soup, The Girls, and the Power of Layers

Tuscan Kale Soup, The Girls, and the Power of Layers

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