Red Velvet Whoopie Pies

It’s hard to think that there are people out there that do not particularly enjoy your art. People who no matter what you do, will always have something negative to say. Something in a disapproving tone to add to your work. Snarky remarks and reviews that throw away all the time and energy you spent creating a specific body of work. All the blood, sweat and tears-not literally but figuratively of course-are brushed off and cast to the side by these critical viewers. You’ll always encounter people, or rather, there will always be someone-if not multiple someones-that will not like what you are doing. Not just in art, but life in general. They might not agree with your life choices or the decisions you choose to make. They will not approve of the people you decide to love, or the paths you choose to take. You’ll encounter individuals who are ready to break you down. Said individuals might not particularly care for the photographs you take, the food you make, the pictures you sketch, the paintings you paint, the music you write and so on and so forth. I think it’s important to keep those negative people and their comments in your mind as you create. As you photograph. As you cook. As you sketch. As you paint. As you play. Maybe not so prevalent in your mind, that it interferes with your creativity. Not so prevailing that it stops you from doing what you love most. No, keep it on the back burner.

I think it is crucial to still remember that. It makes you stronger as an art maker. It makes you better as a human being. A more rounded individual. Sure you can easily tell yourself that those comments do not bother you. That they roll off your back, and maybe to a certain degree they do not affect you. They do roll of your back. There is no denying, however, that somewhere deep down inside, those comments have flipped a tiny switch in you. They have made you aware of the giant elephant in the room. And with the snap of your fingers-just like that-all those insecurities, that we as artists, have spent years containing and suppressing, in the blink of an eye come flooding back in. Like a raging waterfall of neglect. An awareness that is so grand it stops you from thinking. It takes you aback and throws you off guard. How can something so trivial-written by a perfect stranger-affect you so profoundly? Influence you to the point that you start questioning your art-even worse-start questioning yourself?

As an artist, myself, I create work that I find gratifying and stimulating. Photographing food is only a part of my art. Only a part of what I enjoy doing. For me, the cooking aspect goes hand in hand with the setting up of the edible composition and in-turn the releasing of the shutter. Being in the kitchen is equally as important. It’s where I shine most. I wouldn’t be able to photograph the food I shoot, if it wasn’t for the fact that I spend so much time-maybe equally if not more-cooking and preparing the dishes themselves. Each recipe is taken into consideration. Day’s prior, are spent brainstorming and finalizing a dish to photograph. Grocery lists are made and checked through three times to make sure I have not forgotten anything-and of course something is inevitably still left out. A full week goes by and I’m still working on the same post. And why is that? Because I take everything into consideration. I take my time to put out the best work that I can. Work that I can be proud of. It’s the perfectionist in me. Yet, it’s so much more than that. It’s because when it all comes down to it, I do want people to enjoy my work. I want people to try out the recipes for themselves. And then share their experiences.

I must admit that it isn’t always easy for me. There are times when, what I described earlier, has affected me. There are people out there who do not like my work. Who do not approve of my methods. These individuals find my site tiring. My photographs too many. My step-by-step depictions silly. Perhaps to a certain degree it is all those things. Maybe I do not need to show every single last detail, but if my site isn’t their cup of tea, well then it isn’t their cup of tea. And nothing I do can change that. Yes, for a brief moment, I lost sight of why I make art. Why I photograph my step-by-step site. Then I realized that those people do not define me as an artist. My work does. Those few comments do not overrule or null all the comments by readers who actually do enjoy my work. Those fans who not only like all the photographs but it actually helps them. Because they, like me, are visual learners. And they, like me, enjoy staring at countless images of food. So to those people who do not enjoy my site, I’m sorry we’re not a fit but thankfully there are a vast number of other sites that you might find intriguing. More importantly, to those people who I have managed to capture, thank you. Thank you for visiting and coming back. Thank you for trying the recipes and for the kind words you send. Thank you for taking the time to write a shout out. Thank you for scrolling down the long posts. Your words are encouragements to me. It’s because of you that I continue to do what I love most. And what I would like most right now is for us to share a red velvet whoopie pie together.

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Peanut Butter Caramel Brownies

You finish dinner one night and you begin to crave something sweet. A dessert of some sort. Sure, you’ve just finished a nice supper. One that would make even Julia Child proud. But you need something small and chocolatey to finish it off right. As you search your pantry you look around and see nothing that piques your interest. No goodies hiding away. Nothing that is ready. No treats calling out your name. No cookies, cakes, or pie. How do you even continue? Where do you go from here? You grab a few ingredients here and there. All the usual suspects are gathered around in the matter of minutes; flour, sugar, butter, eggs and vanilla. Some not so usual guests are also invited to the party. Peanut butter and bittersweet  and unsweetened chocolate are thrown into the mix. In staring at all your ingredients, intently and without blinking, the idea comes to you like a speeding bullet. Why hadn’t you thought of making this before? It’s so easy.

There’s a popular saying out there that instructs us to make brownies when life hands us chocolate. Did I get that right? I’m sure I’ve read that countless of times on mugs, t-shirts and aprons. Someone once told me something around those lines however-If I recall correctly-it was something about lemons and lemonade. I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention or listening. I dozed off, but I know I must’ve heard them wrong. I’m sure they meant chocolate. When I don’t like or agree with something that someone has said to me, I find it rather therapeutic to replace it with chocolate. Try it, it works every time. But that’s beside the point. I digress. The truth of the matter is when life does hand you chocolate, there is only one option-well maybe a few in the form of cakes and cookies-but for the sake of this post, let’s just say there is only one option. That option is to make brownies. Everyone likes brownies. They make people happy. Have you ever given  anyone a box of brownies and seen them react so incredibly insane over them? Has your little box of chocolate treats ever affected someone so much, they had to stop everything and do a happy dance and sing? No? Well, I have. It’s a weekly occurrence with me. “Thank you for my delicious brownies. They made my day,” people tell me. “They were so tasty that I’m going to name my next child after you! If I have one. If I don’t, then I’ll change the name of the one I already have,” I’m always told. If you see any little tots named Jonathan or Jon out there, now you know why.

What can I say? These peanut butter caramel brownies have that affect on people. I guess, it is my responsibility to state that disclaimer. To inform people of their magical powers. To warn future makers and eaters: Devouring these brownies will make you have babies and name them after me. Don’t say you’ve never been warned.

We start by making the caramel. Which happens to be a peanut butter caramel.

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Strawberry Shortcake

This is a strawberry post. Strawberries were used in the making of this dessert. Strawberries are a fruit. And they happen to be my favorite fruit. I say this with a sense of caution and fear. Caution because I know that once I write it as such, then it’s out there for everyone to read. Fear because once the words are written and submitted into the world of internet, there is no going back. I can not retract them. I can not just say “Oh nevermind. They no longer are my favorite fruit.” I say that strawberries are my favorite fruit with caution and fear because I, myself, am not one hundred percent sure if they are my favorite fruit. I mean, they are tasty and delicious, sure. They are red, fuzzy and have seeds all over them. What’s not to like? They are a summer fruit and grow during the summer months of April, May, June, July and so forth. Apparently April is a summer month now. Southern California weather seems to agree with me. I like this fruit because when I see them in grocery stores or in farmer’s markets, I know it’s summer. The beginning of summer. Summer is about to commence. When strawberries are fresh and in season they smell extraordinary. They give out an incredible aroma that brings me back to all sorts of happy memories. Summer days filled with heat and swimming pools. Summer days filled with me lying around eating nothing but strawberries. Summer days filled with strawberry fields forever. Those are not my words. They are lyrics to a song. A song by the Beatles. They too liked strawberries.

I decided to make a strawberry shortcake. A multi-layered bonanza of a cake. Tons of whipped cream and fresh sliced strawberries in between two layers of sponge cake, doused with – what should be – illegal amounts of rum simple syrup. A rum simple syrup because a regular, plain simple syrup would not have sufficed. Illegal because it tastes so good that the food police should send out warrants for anyone and everyone who consumes such a cake. They’d arrest people only to eat the cake themselves. The food police would not share said cake. Not even toss a crumb or two our way. No, they’d lick their plates clean. Bastards. We like cake too. Cake makes us happy. Especially a tall cake filled with strawberries, doused with rum simple syrup, and covered in sweet whipped cream. Everyone should eat cake. We should eat it everyday. I’m sure our doctor’s and dentist’s would love it if we did. Everyone should eat strawberry shortcake.

On the second thought, perhaps watermelon is my favorite fruit. This isn’t a watermelon post. Watermelons weren’t used in the making of this dessert. Watermelons, like strawberries, are also a summer fruit. They grow during the months of May, June, July and August. Watermelons are green on the outside and have juicy red insides. Watermelons have black seeds – No, wait – I take that back, most watermelons have black seeds inside. Some are seedless. I prefer seedless watermelon, because the prospect of accidentally swallowing a seed and having a watermelon grow inside my stomach, scares me. Why take that risk? Now I wish I had made a watermelon dessert instead of one made with strawberries. But that’s another post. Another time. For now enjoy this strawberry dessert. Made with strawberries. My favorite/maybe favorite fruit.

We start with the sponge cake.

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Cinnamon Streusel Coffee Cake

Spring break is over and you’re back to the daily grind. Your normal routine has once again taken over your life. Although you knew something so wonderful could not last forever, and you’d inevitably be thrown back into the necessary, you still can’t believe how fast your break flew by. It was too good to last. Why is it that when you’re at such places as work or school, time moves so slowly? Yet when encountered in fun situations, as in weekends and breaks, time moves so fast it gets away from us? You ponder this as reality sinks in. Gone are the days of waking up late and not following a schedule. Of not having to get up at a certain time to do something you didn’t want to do. Of being forced to be a grown up and make decisions you’re not ready to make. You take with you the moments of happiness when you had your full day ahead with nothing to do but to relax and finally enjoy yourself. A week we like to call spring break to make school bearable for the next month or so. Outings to the beach, picnics at the park, road trips with friends, gatherings with family, and random trips to the movies are now just distant memories from the past.

On the morning of the first day back to reality, you muster up all your strength and force yourself out of bed. Only the prospect of a full day awaits you now and you begin to tell yourself that you can get through anything. You must. So you lazily and half-heartedly pull yourself together and look at the calendar hanging on the back of your bedroom door. Searching for the next break, holiday, or vacation. You’ll settle for anything at this point. You scour the weeks, that make up the month of April, yearning for some sort of relief. With no luck in sight, you settle for the coming weekend and tell yourself that two days are better than none. You shower, get dressed, and prepare yourself mentally. See? This isn’t so bad. Suddenly you realize you’ve taken too much time getting ready and complaining that you’re running late. One last look, you turn off the light, and rush downstairs.

You ponder. Leave and begin the day on the wrong foot with an empty stomach? Or risk the chance of being a couple minutes late so that you can fill your tummy? “I’ll focus better and be more alert if I eat something,” you convince yourself. Searching through the pantry, cupboards and fridge you think of all the prospects. Cereal sounds good, with ice cold milk. But no, not today. You’d have to grab a bowl from way over there and dirty a spoon. Too many steps for your brain to process at the moment. You have more important things to focus on. Granola bar, now that’s fast and convenient. Nah, you don’t feel like being healthy today. “I’ll start my healthy choices tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure.” And just when you’re about to give up all hope and forget all about breakfast, the corner of your eye catches something. A crystal cake stand, that you’ve never noticed before. Or at least not recently. You walk slowly toward it marveling at the treasure inside. You lift the heavy glass lid and are instantly hit with the aroma of cinnamon and spice, and what you discern as everything nice. Why, someone has left this wonderfully smelling streusel coffee cake for you to devour. For you to enjoy. Now isn’t that nice? Help yourself. Don’t mind if you do. You cut a giant slice and rush out the door. Now you’re ready for school. Now you’re more than prepared to make it through the day. By the look of the cake, and the smile on your face, it looks like you’re more than prepared to make it through the week; cake in hand

First thing we have to do is create the streusel filling and topping.

In a food processor, throw in the pecans.

 

Pulse a few times just to break them down slightly.

 

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Blue Velvet Thing 1 and Thing 2 Cupcakes

Whimsical and whacky take over and fill the kitchen. Deliciously simple cupcakes are transformed from ordinary to extraordinarily fun and humorous. Mini cakes, lined with shiny red fluted cups, are baked, cooled, and frosted with a thin layer of frosting made of cream cheese, butter, sugar and a hint of vanilla. At first glance, they appear to be just your ordinary everyday cupcake. Nothing is special about these red, blue, and white creations. Or at least it appears that way, but hidden just beneath the surface, is an incredibly vibrant cake that is not just a simple dull shade of blue. No. No, they are a bright blue that allows them to stand out amongst the crowd. You attach a circular label that reads either “Thing 1″ or “Thing 2″ on each cake, and they automatically start to evolve. Start to take shape. They come to life. That sense of familiarity shines across your face. The feeling of knowing that these treats are about to take you on a trip through your childhood. You grab a container of blue cotton candy from the pantry. Because let’s face it we always have cotton candy in our pantry, on hand. The excitement ensues. You grab shreds of the edible “cotton” and mound a mane of fluffy hair on each cupcake, and just like that, you are taken on a trip into the wonderful world of Dr. Seuss.

With such classics as Green Eggs and Ham, Horton Hears a Who, and the ever popular, The Cat in the Hat; it is impossible to run out of inspirations and ideas. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are two of the most easily recognizable characters from the creative mind of this literary and artistic genius. Known by so many as the crazy fun-living duo who are there to entertain, Thing 2 and 1 have become the face of all things Seuss. Mischief and excitement is what they bring with them, along with a Cat who is undeniably persuasive.  Boring and dull fly out the window, while delicious and silly treats come spilling in. As it is cupcakes bring so much joy to people, yet when they are transformed into these lovable characters, they become irresistible. How does one start to jump for joy? By eating not just one, but two. Boy oh boy. You start with their hair, and then move on to what they wear. Cotton candy and cupcakes and frosting galore, you know that this isn’t a chore. It’s fun to be amongst Thing 1 and Thing 2, but how can it be true? True that they are deliciously sweet, and that my friends, cannot be beat.

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