Some may call it a power move while others say it’s completely ridiculous, but I love to bake my own birthday cake. More often than not, I find myself making cupcakes as opposed to cake, so I cherish the opportunity to make a real, actual cake. And my birthday is the perfect opportunity. I typically put a lot of thought into what flavor and frosting combination I want to try. This year was no exception.
Inspired by the (super, duper early) release of the Fall seasonal beers, I hopped into the kitchen and got messy creating this Pumpkin Beer Cake with Rumchata Cream Cheese Frosting.
The other day I asked Austin his favorite kind of cake. In typical guy manner, he responded with some nonsense about how he didn’t really have a favorite (Mine is Red Velvet. Shocking, I know). How do you not have a favorite kind of cake? Seriously. I don’t get it. I understand that cake is amazing and it’s all just so good, but you have to have one kind that really does it for you more than the others. Whatever. Men. Anyway…
In my mission to make him the perfect birthday cupcakes, I wavered between Guinness Chocolate Stout Cupcakes and Bourbon Bacon Cupcakes and many ideas in between.
What would you do if I told you that you could make an amazing pumpkin loaf cake with two ingredients? It’s cool, I’d laugh at me too. In fact, I laugh at myself a lot. I think it’s one of my better qualities. But I digress…
I’ve been making this recipe for years, and whenever I do, I get so many compliments on it. “Why yes, I slaved over this amazing baked good for HOURS…” Or not. For the effort required, this final product is astounding. Try it next time you need something quick. I promise it will not disappoint! It’s also fantastic as muffins – just be sure to change the baking time accordingly.
When I was flying back from Philly the weekend before last, TSA confiscated my Trader Joe’s Cookie Butter. I nearly had a meltdown right there in the security line because it was 5:30 AM and I was not emotionally capable of dealing with that sort of traumatic experience. With tears in my eyes, I said to the TSA agent, “I think I’m going to cry if you take my cookie butter.” He looked at me like a sad puppy and said, “Please don’t cry.” But he still took it. I pouted and headed off to my gate, cookie butter-less. It was awful.
Sometime last week, European Street Cafe posted a picture of a banana bread cake on their Facebook page. Naturally, I was challenged to re-create it by one of the guys at work.
Totally normal occurrence in my world.
Anyway, this cake tastes like moist banana bread. And it’s slathered in peanut butter buttercream. Did your mind just explode? Good. That was my goal.
We need to talk.
I know – it’s never good when someone says those words. But I promise this isn’t what it looks like. I was just playing around in the kitchen, drinking wine with Liz, innocently baking cupcakes for Aliera’s birthday, and it just happened. I didn’t mean to cause any harm, but now? I’m not sure I can go back to living life the way I did before.