It is currently 12:23 a.m. and I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting for a chocolate cake to bake. This cake is for the family potluck (i.e. my six roommates and close friends) are having tomorrow eve. While I listen to Glee music (which is WAY too peppy for my current mood), I figured I might as well type out a new blog post. Please excuse me if my sleepiness is greatly apparent within this post. Grammatical skills depart as the evening goes on.
So today was our last radio class of third year (sob). Through newsroom days and the rest of the semester our class has gotten pretty close, and I’m hoping that most people will be in Thursday TV next semester so we can have more delicious potlucks.
PAUSE: One of my cake layers just finished baking!! This is very good news, the other half has now entered the oven and sleep time crawls more and more near by the minute. Hoorah.
ANYWAYS, back to radio. Since I baked something for two out of three newsroom days, I figured it was only appropriate to end off the semester with a Christmas-themed potluck. Also, I actually look for ANY excuse to hold a potluck and was extremely eager to once again display my baking skills to an audience other than my roommates. At one point in the afternoon, Mary (our professor) actually said: “this is the reason why I don’t believe journalism students are too busy,” or something along those lines… Not true. I just have ZERO life and spend any time that would normally be consumed by a university student’s social life baking. It’s an addiction.
Okay, but seriously. This potluck dealt me the perfect opportunity to begin my Christmas baking. And so, I spent approximately 10 hours this past Sunday baking to my heart’s content. Although some people dread it, I LOVE doing this sort of thing and the unfortunate “woman slaving over a hot stove” thing totally applies to me here. Did I just set feminism back decades? Apologies. Let me explain: I’m actually the LEAST domestic person in the universe. Sure, I love cooking, but I’m not a domestic diva or anything. Yes, I occasionally answer to the name “Martha Stewart,” but I really want nothing more than independence, adventure, and zero children (until I’m old and have lived my life). There, perhaps feminism has been restored to its 2010 level.
Okay, so here’s what I made:
1. Peppermint brownie bites
2. Ricotta cookies
3. Chocolate-dipped orange shortbread rounds (don’t these cookies look like little Spock heads?)
4. Gingerbread cupcakes with a cinnamon cream cheese frosting – SO amazing. The recipe came from the blog Sweet Girl Confections and they were just wonderful. Thank you so much!
Now, for any Canadian Living fans out there, I can tell you that the top three recipes came from the magazine’s special “Holiday Cooking” edition. All three were marvelous, but I especially appreciated (a) their freezing ability from Sunday-Thursday, and (b) the fact that CHEESE can be put in cookies. Fantastic, right?
Also, I made hand-moulded chocolate Christmas trees. It was fun.
Alright, better check on the other half of my cake. Later days!
AND the preparation/chaotic packing mess…
Christmas tree farm?
One more thing… In anticipation of tomorrow night’s cake and the blog post to follow it, please just take a look at what my baking looked like last year at this time. I hope to improve on this times a badgillion. Yes, the icing did melt off the cake, laugh away. I’m so ashamed. On that note, I’ve come a long way, n’est ce pas?