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Today is special – mini vanilla coconut cream scones

It’s Coralie’s birthday.  She’s a best friend.

For sure.

I want to tell you about the 52Xinfinity different reasons why she is one of THE MOST awesome individuals ever to be synthesized from the genetic material of two other individuals ever, but I’m kinda sorta studying right now. I am. I will be.  I am.

I’ll be succinct. (which is one of my best words by the way)

If you ever get the chance to be friends with Coralie Ullyett, take it. Run with it.  Don’t look back.

It’s like you invested in apple in the 80’s.  And you’re freakin rich now.

That’s how I feel.

Best. Return. On. Investment. Ever. (see, I’m studying)

She makes friendships.  I don’t mean like she makes friends, but like she makes the friendship.  You must know what I mean, you must have come across one of these friends before.

I hope you kept them.

They’re the kind of friend who always makes you feel all loved n junk. Like somehow, even though you know their life is busy because they’re probably off saving the world (or environment), they always take time to think about you. And they find a way let you know.  Sometimes it’s a text, an email, a phone call, or even a freaking postcard. Postcards are the bee’s knees.

Magic, these friends.

They’re the ones who teach their friends how to be friends.

I’m both jealous of their friendbilities, and crippling-ly grateful that I wound up on the receiving end. Yes, gratefulness can be crippling. And crippling can be manipulated into the word “crippling-ly”. You saw it.

I’m working on spreading more of this friend magic myself.

Coralie, be prepared. There will be text messages. There will be tweets. There will likely be some random facebook links on your wall.

And there will be birthday scones.

She loves Coconut.

I love (mostly) everything, SO, coconut it is.

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Happy Birthday Jessika Rae Malchow

Meet Jessika.

Yes, that was her.

She’s pretty cute.

Yes, her name is spelled with a “k”.

Why is her name spelled with a “k”?

Because she’s not like all of those other Jessica‘s.

Why not?

Because she’s got some of my blood in her, and that makes her weird by association.  Sorry Jess.

OH, I should mention that she’s my cousin. Because if I didn’t, you guys might get totally creeped out by that blood thing.  Or you might get totally creeped out regardless.. so I’ll just keep on truckin.

ANYWAYS, no that’s not really why.  She’s special because she’s both super and cool. supercool. And she laughs at my jokes. That’s a really important one. It makes me love her even more when she laughs at my jokes.

But I loved her before she laughed at my jokes.

How could you not love this face eh?

You see, I loved her back when we were tweens, chasing gecko’s side by side on a family camping trip to the Grand Canyon.  Only to discover that catching a gecko by the tail is not only inefficient, it’s something that will haunt you with bodypart-detatching guilt until you’ve seen with your own eyes that tails grow back.

I even loved her back when we were ten, inventing songs about beans, rice, and mice on a balcony in San Jose del Cabo.  Those melodies made an imprint on my heart.

You know I think I may have even loved her when we were in first grade. Maybe. Because … even though she was cooler than me, and taller than me (c’mon, we all know height meant alot back then), she never made me be Sporty Spice. Ever.  That was our other cousin. (Ha, love you Madi)

And I have a feeling that I might keep on lovin her, not because I have to, but because no matter how long it’s been since we’ve last talked, we can talk like it’s only been a weekend.  And no matter how different and/or hippy grandmother-like I become, she still treats me like I’m a completely normal, and even slightly cool, human being.  And I have a feeling that no matter how weird and crazy I become, she’ll always have my back.  Because she’s pretty darn supportive like that.

If you've got a splinter, she'll take care of that too.

And I know that, if I ever really need a dance battle to ease my woes, you’ll have me covered there too Jess.

Now, I would say to all of my readers that I hope that you are all lucky enough to have a cousin like Jess, because family clings like static-tastic underpants, and if you’re stuck with something for that long, then I hope it’s just like Jess…..

But I won’t say that… because there’s only one Jessika Rae Malchow and I know she’s not your cousin. My apologies.

Oops, except if you happen to be one of our other cousins, then lucky.  (And I love you too, no matter what they say about you.)

So Jess, Happy birthday, we’re gettin’ old.

And now I’m taller.

But I’m still not going to make you be Sporty Spice.

That’s love folks,



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It’s his party and he’ll cry if he wants to

You would cry too if this happened tooooooo you..


traumatizing, I know… your sister toiled away in the kitchen until 1:30 AM the previous night while constructing your perfect Darth Vader  birthday cake, detailed in chocolate buttercream. Life sucks for you.  You should cry.  You should especially cry if your friend hit you in the head with a soccer ball.

Come ON M.  You of all people should know that Star Wars cures all woes.

Ah whatever, it’s your party.  You’ll appreciate me one day.

Despite the tears, the party was still off the hook.  You should all be envious.  M turned 5 (On June 9th… this post is way late).  That’s half of ten.

I don’t think I need to tell you all that half of ten is a huge deal.

When you’re half of ten, you have to play soccer in your backyard.

Or cry inside while you eat a hotdog, and your friends who have already eaten their hotdogs play outside.

It’s ok, your friends (and uncle) will still have fun.

They might even have collisions with their brothers. 

They might even cry too.  Just to make you feel better.

It’s ok though, because when you’re half of ten, you come back from tears with a vengeance.  And often with light sabers (un-photographed).

When you’re half of ten, you likely will not have noticed the delicious caprese skewers that your sister made.

Or the Avocado Citrus Salad.

Or the fruit galettes. Definitely not the raspberry one that your sister meticulously shaped into a heart.

Or the rest of the dinner really. I mean come on… you had a cocktail weiner in a mini bun.

The rest of dinner (pictured on your sister’s lap) didn’t live up to your sophistique. Regardless of how much effort it required.

You’re half of ten though, I know you enjoyed your birthday cake.

You Enjoyed blowing out the candles.

You enjoyed eating it.

You enjoyed it nearly as much as Larry did.  This is Larry.  He’s a-freaking-dorable, but this post is about M so I’ll just throw all of the Larry photos down in one go.

Anyways M, you may not have run up to me and sung me praises for being the greatest sister, who made the greatest cake, and the greatest salad, and bought you the greatest ukelele that you love, and who you will never be able to replace.

BUT, I guess that’s not really what I was looking for…. I guess.

I guess I just love you anyway… so that why I did it. I guess.

And I don’t need to worry.

One day, when you are thirty, and a famous actor, you’ll look back through the archives of my blog… realize how much I love you.. and buy me a penthouse in Santa Monica, because you love me too.

But like I said… I guess I’ll just love you anyway.

And if you really are looking back on this, and are jealous of all of the delicious food that you didn’t try on your fifth birthday, but that lovely house guests like Ziggy got to try…

I’ll tell you some of the Recipes that I used:

Avocado Citrus Salad

Raspberry Buttermilk Cake

Vanilla Buttercream Icing

Chocolate Buttercream Icing (best.)

Happy Birthday again M. I love you eh.


Filed under Dessert, Family, Food, M

Happy (belated) Birthday Grandpa Keith!

Last weekend was my grandpa’s birthday.

Somehow, even though my grandma is a jedi kitchen master, I was able to dibs making his cake.

This wasn’t going to be thrown together last minute. No no, this was going to take an absurd amount of time and precision, regardless of what I’d decided to make. Longer than a cake should likely ever take anyone to make.

Annie (of Annie’s Eats) said this cake easily fit into her morning.

Annie is clearly also a jedi kitchen master.

Or maybe it’s just me… baking at the same rate it takes a six month old to decide whether or not now is the time to transition from rocking back and fourth on all fours, to crawling. That’s slow FYI.

I apologize for my use (and future use) of baby rearing analogies.  I’m not a teen mom, really. Just a big sister with an absurdly large age gap.

So…. more or less consumed my day until 6:30 in the evening.

Pyjamas were worn for longer than typically appropriate.

Keith is known to like pecans, he is known to like chocolate, he is known to coconut, and he is known to like all things awesome.  If you find yourself relating to my grandfather in any or all of these areas, please make this cake.

Don’t expect it to take you as long as it took me.  I procrastinated throughout the morning and could often be found laying on my back on our living room rug.  That activity is not normally included in estimated preparation time.

You’re probably more like Annie, or maybe like David, and are able to bake a cake with purpose.  Without spending an hour being indecisive  on tastespotting trying to decide which of the 500 cakes to make.

Just make German Chocolate Cake.  And make sure you have an official taster, they’re a big help.

I was also able to requisition my step-dad. he measured five tablespoons of water for me. Thanks Gerard, that was huge.

Also my mom, she helped. She cut one of the cake layers.  It maybe broke. I hire quality help.

You know what will also help you cut down on time? You probably won’t take seventy-five photographs of EACH micro-step in baking this cake. And only use like 14. total.

I wanted Gerard to take a picture of me folding the beaten egg white into the rest of the chocolate cake base so I could properly demonstrate the technique to you.

I probably folded the batter for twenty minutes.

Don’t do that.

I’m sure some professional would tell me that it defeats the purpose of folding.  Keeping it “light” and barely mixed.

(the making of magic filling)

It’s ok though, It turned out just lovely.  Light, fluffy, sweet, a little boozy.  Oh yes, I forgot to mention the rum syrup. It’s good. The chocolate is rich, but not headache-inducing. And that’s saying alot. I’m not a chocolate person.

So sue me.

Don’t worry. You will still see chocolatey goodness on the blog.  Most of my family would consume chocolate intravenously if that option was available.  I just happen enter into a fuzzy, quasi-drugged stupor when I encounter a rich chocolate dessert.  It’s no good.  The crash is hard.

Anyway, I think I was saying this cake did NOT result in above symptoms. The ganache however, another story. Full on Chocoma.

For personal consumption reasons I would use a milk chocolate ganache the next time around.  For die hards? Don’t change a thing.

Oh and yeah, I’m planning on making this filling again, on it’s own. For me.  And potentially a group of close friends. Lucky friends.

For the Recipe, refer directly to David’s post.

Make sure to adequately chill your ganache before piping it.  It’ll spread gooder.

Enjoy with people you love.

Speaking of, I’ve waited so long for this post… it is now my uncle Allan’s birthday. Holy blog fail.

Happy Allan day 🙂 it’s his first b-day as a new poppa. Pretty wicked.

In other news: due to household plumbing repairs, our water has been shut off for the last few hours.  Today was the day that M decided to experiment with wiping his bum sans TP. Yep #2. I’m sorry, it just seemed semi related to this post. inappropriate? maybe.


Filed under Dessert, Family, Food