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Brioche Doughnuts with Matcha White Chocolate Glaze

Brioche Doughnuts with Matcha White Chocolate GlazeBrioche Doughnuts with Matcha White Chocolate Glaze

December. This heart full of tears and of night.” – Albert Camus, Notebooks.

The tree is up. The balsam branches wildly twinkled with warm lights, hints of gild. There’s tapered candles, and wood, woven stockings hung on brass animal-esque ornaments. I could go on and on, but I won’t. It’s become hard to embrace the Christmas season. Not, because I don’t love it…I do, trust me, I do. It’s more that, lately, I’ve been feeling like there’s something missing, something I’m so desperately desiring to experience.

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Pink Champagne, White Chocolate and Rose Layer Cake

Pink Champagne, White Chocolate and Rose Layer CakePink Champagne, White Chocolate and Rose Layer Cake

There are stars in your dark side, brighter than the sun.” – Andrea Gibson.

Layer cakes are happening more than usual in my kitchen. It’s to be expected though, willingly or not, the holiday season of extravagance – is upon us. It’s an occasion deserving of cake, a sparkling Pink Champagne Layer Cake made even more decadent by the addition of White Chocolate and Rose. It’s so perfect for a celebration. 

What’s strange is that champagne has never been my celebratory drink of choice. Perhaps it’s because I’ve always shunned any kind of forlorn tradition that deemed what I should be, do…drink. It’s definitely part of my subconscious superiority (or subjective inferiority) complex that seems to permeate through everything I do. It’s a precipice, and I’m slowly working on it. It will forever be xo café patrón that I turn too to make my heart sing. But champagne in baked goods? It’s something extra. I’m hooked, completely and utterly. 

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Matcha, White Chocolate and Pear Muffins with Almond Streusel

Matcha, White Chocolate and Pear Muffins with Almond StreuselMatcha, White Chocolate and Pear Muffins with Almond Streusel

“Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; Song.

It’s Spring, flirting with heavy elements of Summer and few of Winter. Some days hot, some cool. Never an in-between. I’ve always thought that Spring was a rather fickle season. It’s the hardest change to observe. I can pick the indescribable scent of summer, the heat, the smell of the  ocean – the days long. It feels like sunshine, the world pulsating and alive. I can feel the crisp breeze of autumn, the fall and rustle of leaves, life beginning to turn towards hibernation. And I definitely can feel the bitter chill of winter, stagnation and first frost. The night looming with every passing moment.

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Funfetti Marzipan Blondie Bites

Funfetti Marzipan Blondie BitesFunfetti Marzipan Blondie Bites

“And what is beauty? Terror.” – Donna Tartt, The Secret History

I have two things for you today. Some words on the 12.657541 hours (a tiny exaggeration) that I, and countless others spent trying to grease butter and brioche’s wheels to perfection. And the recipe for these Funfetti Marzipan Blondie Bites that helped console me when everything went askew.

It’s no secret that I don’t mix well with technology. Navigating plug-in’s, updates, servers, and all the tech paraphernalia that comes along with owning a website – is an indecipherable realm. I can’t code, I have no idea what a server is, and I couldn’t read a style sheet if my life depended on it. I’m sure I could learn – but my brain isn’t naturally inclined that way.  

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Café au Lait Macaron Cupcakes

Café au Lait Macaron CupcakesCafe au Lait Macaron Cupcakes 2

“You see what kills your body, but you don’t see what kills your soul.” – Lacey Sturm 

I feel like I’m on hiatus of late, waiting for something to show or someone to come. I can’t quite figure out who or what. And I for sure can’t figure out how or when. My current vices being impatience, frustration, and affliction. Making new lazing routines, like taking the day (more apt, the week) off, and counting the rain.

Attaching each isolate droplet to drought-eyed memories. And more often than not the occasional feeling of guilt surfaces. It’s a grievance, and seemingly stagnate. But perhaps, at this moment, it’s what I need. There’s a yearning with an unquenchable thirst attached to it all too. A hunger that isn’t a hunger. A deep craving for something that my subconscious desires, that I cannot, and will not, admit – never in private, not even in the dark.

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Smoked Bourbon Vanilla Bean and Salted Caramel Créme Brûlée Macarons

Smoked Bourbon Vanilla Bean and Salted Caramel Créme Brûlée MacaronsSmoked Bourbon Vanilla Bean and Salted Caramel Créme Brûlée Macarons

“The desire to go deep: to the depths of the night, the depths of love. Love: a gap in time.” – Marina Tsvetaeva

It feels both natural, and unnatural to be home again. Falling back into the rhythm and routine of daily life. The holiday is over – for now, at least, but the adventure – never. A few days back and it feels like we’ve never left home. Travel’s funny like that. The sensation and promise of escape is addictive. As soon as I return home, the travel bug bites again and I’m already planning another trip (or two in this case!). America in January, France in June. I can’t wait. I’m trying to fit in another trip for my birthday in November too. 

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