All Blue Everything

When friends ask me to make things, I am more than happy to help! My friends, Natalie and Johnny sent a text divulging the sex the baby. And that they were planning on having people over at the bar to have a little gender reveal party, aka WFT RU party, aka sex party. They were looking for bite sized treats in the appropriate color for the baby.  They are having boy, so naturally everything had to be yellow. J/k, blue. So I went with the Birthday Layer Cake from the Milk Bar cookbook because DUH! It's the only baking book I own! It reminded me of being in 6th grade again. Little Eizelle,  who was probably the same height as present day Eizelle, with her Easy Bake Oven making cakes for peoples birthday.

Instead, I have a real oven, a quarter sheet pan and cake flour.  Real ingredients, well kinda.  I used clear artificial vanilla, which my husband was quick to point out that when were were first dating, I gave him shit for not using the real shit.

This is the second time that I made a cake this year.  I'm not a cake person. I like cookies more than cake.  Earlier this month, I made a rosemary with goat cheese frosting for  Natalie and Johnny.  I have a small ring mold so I made Birthday Cake Truffles with the leftovers.

So the recipe calls for Birthday Cake Sand and white chocolate coating. Funny thing is that I am not that coordinated. So when it says to coat the balls with white chocolate, that didn't really happen.  It was like chocolate blobs truffles. So I flattened it and coated the truffles with the blue white chocolate.

Improve at it's finest.  Tasty. Pretty. I bought a balloon. It said, "It's a boy." I had a blank box, put said balloon and all the treats under. Had all the guests write their guesses on the box. Johnny and Natalie lifted the box, and the balloon was revealed.



Fuck you Pintrest.  I don't need you.

This Week in SnackChat

 Finally catching up! You might be thinking, "Bitch, finally." I know, you're right.  It's been a travel heavy Mid-March.  I'm finally caught up and its the end of the month. Guh!  Well,  here are your SnackChats friends!

You can send me your SnackChats on SnapChat! @log.lady

When I am not travelling for work, I am at work. Eating sad salads.  

A little too green for me.  Like Troll 2 green.

Dude, football is over. Oh what?

FRUITY PEBBLES IS ONE FLAVOR! I REPEAT ONE FLAVOR!

Then what is it?

The one thing I wanted to make this year for Patty's Day was corned beef and cabbage. 

What does it all mean?

Me too. 

Cheers for Beers!  Name of my cover band that only covers Tears for Fears songs. 

I get a text message on Sunday that reads: 

Message: Where can I get some rice porridge? I'm hurting.
Me: That Cambodian Spot

And then this SnackChat later.  King Taco hits the spot sometimes.

The mashed potatoes look like a giant ball of butter.  Which is probably how it tasted. 

Look out Dominique Ansel might send a cease and desist. 

SnackChat of champions.

Der Mud Butt.

Emotional Eating NYC

 Being in New York will bring out the best and worst in me.  I miss being home with my husband and cooking but then again, I'm in a city full of inspiration. So I try to eat at places I am normally not able to eat at.  Disclaimer: I'm a week out of my period so I can be pretty emotional.  Like, I watch Sailor Moon and ball my eyes out emotional.

I always get into the city with a plan, but when your plans don't fall in line with the others in your party, majority rules and you're shit out of luck.  Seniority and peer pressure wins. I guess I could have just party of oned it but I didn't want to be more depressing so, put on a happy face and eat what everyone is eating.   It's not that I don't trust other people's opinions, but the truth is I really don't.  I am very stubborn, I know this. It ALWAYS has to be my way.

Flying in on a red eye and landing kinda hung over,  walking in 30 degree weather, working most of the day and then heading out to Uniqulo can put a person in a weird place.  Hangry but excited to be heading to SoHo to flirt with the idea of eating at Jack's Wife Freda.  But alas it was not meant to be this trip.  We went to Kelley and Ping. It turned out to be perfect.  I had a bowl of the duck soup with the fat rice noodles and it was what I needed to hydrate my dehydrated soul. 

I didn't want this taste to ever leave my life.

When the world says to go to the Knicks game, I say to got to Momofuku Noodle Bar.  Given the opportunity to go to Madison Square Garden is definitely a bucket list opportunity, but it didn't feel right to me. I'm not a Knicks fan or a Timberwolves fan so the time invested to go to that game would have been my time wasted.  I would have missed out on the chicken meatballs, mind blowing shiitake mushrooms, and the most spicy cold ramen noodles that I didn't want to stop eating, and piggy tails. I stole a menu, and I regret nothing.  I was also in good company of a Momofuku virgin.

 I fucking begged for this fennel chip at Ippudo. But it was good. I'm obsessed with fennel.  I needed to try it.

The noodles were great but the egg a little on the cooked through side but still delish.   I had the Karaka Man.  Also the buns were light and fluffy. Like eating clouds.  When someone from your party has a stack of empty buns on their plate, you are no friend of mine.  They are called buns for a reason.  Without them it would just be pork or veggie filling.  I wanted to throw them in their face. That you're floating through life and missing all the best parts in life.

 

 My happy place. Forever. Always. Milk Bar.  One day I'll make the trek to Brooklyn but for now, Midtown will do.

Pastrami and rye bagel bomb. I had the volcano too a few days before and it was so good.

 This post is dedicate to this picture.  I saw Oh Land in an intimate setting and it was an amazing experience. Cheers to these fine people.

This Week in SnackChat part 2

As I head off to the land of Milk Bar and Jack's Wife Freda, I leave you with a quick This Week in Last Weeks SnackChat. I'm still catching up with everything! I know, it's been crazy!  I have a few things up my sleeve so stay tuned! 

And now, your SnackChats! 

Looks like a chicken pot pie.

I like how they made the plate not sexual.

 I know people who can make these.

Anything in mini is the best. EVER!

This Week in SnackChat

It's been a while. I know. I'm sorry!

I do I do! 

Over compensating? When I used to eat bananas, my favorite kind were the not ripe, but still yellow, with a little green. 

Getting two birds stoned at one time.

The Flame Broiler leaves coupons on my car driver's side window and for that reason I cannot eat there.

This reminds me of a time in my life when I ate at PF Changs and while I loved my Chang's sauce spicy, everyone else did not.  I also was 21 before most of my friends so I got wasted here.

This reminds me that I've seen the movie Chef like 6 times now. 

Trident and true.  I am more of a Stride person myself. 

Put some plntanos in the plancha if you know what I'm saying. hey yoo!

First of all, you throwin' too many big words at me, and because I don't understand them, I'm gonna take 'em as disrespect.