tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30465932492931869262012-02-16T10:53:59.932-08:00favorite recipes, yummy food, and some creativity on the sideEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-12725609973502737452010-08-26T18:17:00.000-07:002010-08-26T18:17:31.063-07:00

Hey everyone! Piece of Cake is now looking better than ever on its new website. You can find it at: www.emilyspieceofcake.com Enjoy!

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Today I woke up promptly at 8:30AM and went straight to Fairway, as I was on Mother's Duty. Of course when I got home, there was still nothing in the fridge and breakfast polished off the rest of the cereal that we had. Don't you ever feel like you shop and spend all that money and then your fridge is bare? My Mom and I bond over this. I'm turning into an old lady, aren't I (I won't even talk

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Let me introduce you to my newest favorite thing among my many teenage fads. Last week when I visited my friend Katherine's house we made brownies; you know, just for a thursday night. We were really having a heart to heart when I professed my love for dark chocolate over milk chocolate; something that usually makes people reprimand me with disdain, was mirrored by her nodding, and showing me

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I would like to propose a toast to the end of my AP European History class; I took the final AP College Board test yesterday, which consisted of 80 multiple choice and 3 essays in 3 hours. Unfortunately, the test, which we took in the smallest possible desks (I was first placed with a left-handed desk, of course) in the gym, ended up taking most of the day, as I arrived at 8AM and left at 5PM.

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Have you ever made pizza? Like, from scratch? I'm a big admirer of those who do but for some reason I find it incredibly intimidating. I have a big supply of pizza dough from my Grandma in my freezer that I have yet to use, mostly because I'm afraid the cold has killed the yeast (which already have a "thing" against me and refuse to rise). So I decided to make it from scratch. Everything that

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        As a child, I spent a good amount of time a few floors down in the apartment of my mom's best friend Lisa. Her daughter Anna and I were roughly the same age, and we passed countless afternoons pretending we were at the Zoo, and dumping all of her toys in the tub so they could "swim."Before they moved I had some pretty good memories there, from shattering their life size mirror as an

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I don't consider myself a religious person, but, somewhat shamefully, I have no problem celebrating the respective holidays or getting school vacations in order to do so. I proudly received a load of chocolate bunnies this past weekend in my personal celebration of Easter. Four, to be exact, if anyone (besides myself) is counting. Now that I'm on the subject of chocolate bunnies, I may as well

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If you happened to see a girl walking along the streets of Manhattan, standing out because of a huge smile on her face (while many onlookers looked back amused) last week, that was me. Last week. We're just going to pretend that amid the week of 70 degree weather, the 5 day streak of rain and cold never happened. Did I mention I'm on spring break? And it's nothing at all like the movies you watch

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This week, my mom left for Asia on a business trip, and my sister went back up to college after spending a week at home for spring break. I asked my mom to take me with her but unfortunately she saw no upside in "letting me loose" upon the streets of Asia to stare at all of the out-of-the ordinary foods on display (while being alone and English speaking). So I packed my bags and not at all

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Lately I've been finding myself unusually unmotivated in school. Instead, I've been focusing my energy more on cooking, except when last week I wanted to make rainbow cookies (you know, those delicious red-green-yellow cakey cookies from the supermarket) and was later greeted by my mom coming home with a box of the very same cookies. My cooking ambitions were further delayed.We're big eaters over

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        My mom turned 50 this week (I had to get permission before posting this) and she did not want any sort of a hoopla. Her first instinct was "NO NO NO" to any sort of friendly gathering of more than 2 people, which soon turned into "well maybe I want to see a friend..." to a day before her birthday "I called a few of my friends to see if they wanted to meet us for dinner." Now, if I had

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My dad and I have a special relationship; according to him, I mooch off of all of his recipes, and "have some nerve!" I forgot to give him credit for his tuna and beans (which, a year later, he has yet to stop reminding me)... so I will say this; my dad can take full credit for this dish. And boy, once I have a bite (or two) of it I have no shame in admitting it.This week, my mom misread her

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I had good intentions, I really did. I took a trip to the supermarket, planned a whole dinner and timed my cooking precisely in sync with the arrival of my mom coming home so that when she walked in the door at 6:30, dinner would be on the table. The smell of peppers and onions and chicken and spices cooking on the oven was taunting as it wafted through the entire apartment. Apparently, what I

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This past summer I didn't find myself at any out of state peach-picking farms, but instead, I settled for somewhere a much shorter distance away: the supermarket's fruit aisle. Yes, I can proudly say that if someone asked me to name the aisle where they can find fruit, and what fruit to find there, I could tell them. Ok, maybe not that proudly. But I'll admit that Fairway proved extremely

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You've probably all been expecting it, but I've been swept up in this whole Julia Child epidemic. Don't tell me you didn't see it coming. Despite the fact that I had never read either of the books that Julie & Julia is based on, I walked out of the movie raving. A day later I bought Julia Child's cookbook. A week later, still trying to contain my excitement, I went shopping for the ingredients

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Although the summer is only half over with a month left still, I can't help but think, the summer is half over. For countless reasons, such as the inconsistent weather (which has still yet to be hot enough to be normal for this time of year), and my unchanging pile of homework that has yet to be completed, this summer has been flying by.Though some things haven't changed much this year; my annual

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In an effort to break through my mayo-hating barrier, and further, forget about its certain qualities that I love to detest, I gave in to Ina Garten's recipe for shrimp salad, which I had been feverishly eyeing for a long time. Too long. Throwing caution to the wind, I whipped it up on one of those sunny summer days which have become such a rarity. And I don't think whipped would be the right

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June is almost here! That means the end of school, and the start of summer. For some reason, I haven't really been able to grasp the idea of it yet- maybe because the weather keeps being so lousy, or the fact that my neighborhood grocery store has yet to stock up on peaches (which remind me oh so much of what seems to be the never-arriving pie season). To top it off, I'm still getting as much, if

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Wow, so much time has gone by and I haven't had time to make a single post, sorry! Spring break passed way too quickly, and the months have just seemed to fly by. During which, I went to the Hamptons for a week. Some of my favorite parts of the Hamptons, like the  little shacks with delicious corn on the cob, and the tons of people, make it a fun scene. Plus, Levain Bakery has a shop in the

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So as I begin to explain yet another one of my bakery obsessions (which, I insist are all deliciously justified) I will, yet again, warn you. Don't even think about going in the bakery if you want to a) watch your sugar (some even argue the cupcakes are too sweet- a complaint I would never make) or b) ever, ever maintain a diet in the future. On a lighter note, though, Magnolia Bakery is one of

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While reading the newspaper (or, uh, my AOL homepage news) a month ago, I came across an article about how people on average only eat about 10 different meals per year. Of course, as a likely decision of a foodie, I was determined to prove that I was different, and so I created a food table. It was perfect timing- January 1st. So, for the past month, I've recorded each dinner I had eaten every

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A while ago, I presumed that after my tests were over, I could have a bit of fun trying out complex recipes while my family, very encouragingly, keeps telling me to just go out and buy whatever it is that I have a hankering for instead of befouling the kitchen with dirty dishes yet again. So, and I can see how this would be rather anticlimactic, I decided to relax with a book, and go with simple

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-23981383876894924842009-01-13T11:59:00.000-08:002009-05-04T18:52:34.755-07:00

I have been so busy with schoolwork that I haven't had much time to post, but I have a lot to report on. First, I think i'm the only person who wasn't aware that finals take place for a whole two weeks. Yep, two weeks of studying, testing, and then school work. Exciting, huh? I can't pretend that I'm not looking forward to it at all, though- ok, maybe not the studying itself, but the fact that I

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As a receiver of Christmas gifts, I know that my duty is to eat, and use, all of my kitchen- related items. But, unfortunately, it wasn't until a few days ago that I got around to using my waffle maker that I had pleaded for, despite my mom's claim that there are enough of my dear cooking tools (or, as she calls them, "little accessories") in the kitchen. But she finally consented after she

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Until recently, there have been a couple things that I just can't get right. Try as I may, no matter how many times I make these things- and attempting different recipes, too, they just don't come out well. At all. In fact, they leave my kitchen in a state of colossal disaster, both physically, and for me, mentally, because the end product of the mess turns out so inedible that I have nothing to

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Nowadays, chefs love to make "jazzed up" versions of classic cookies. But honestly, what is wrong with a good old fashioned cookie (with an overdose of sprinkles on top)? Every Christmas, my family makes these sugar cookies. They're from my grandma, and they're one of those timeless you-need-to-dunk-this-into-your-coffee cookies. They are simple and delicate, and very easy. There needn't be any

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Ok. I have a soufflé thing. I want to like them, I really do. The idea of sitting in Paris (and the dream of actually going there, of course), relaxing at a small little cafe, and eating some exotic souffle that is considered typical there. Ah, one can only hope. Perhaps it was just this soufflé, the fact that I have never made one before, or the fact that my new souffle dish had  yet to be

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-58808612880798519642008-11-28T08:53:00.001-08:002009-01-03T07:22:35.045-08:00

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday- though most kids would probably prefer Christmas. But when you think about it, where has the Christmas spirit gone? My sister and I are too old to set cookies out on the table (after we caught our parents eating them, our spirit began to go downhill), we don't put up many decorations around the house, and we no longer dare to lay out our light up

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-17491298183930831172008-11-23T18:29:00.001-08:002009-02-17T09:24:18.764-08:00

Have you ever flipped through a magazine, eyed recipes hungrily, but never actually made them? I find it a habit of mine to mark off every other page in La Cucina Italiana, but I've only ever made one recipe from the magazine itself. It's like me and my Ina Garten craze.I had a feeling that it was a reliable magazine- in my defense, the pictures just looked so darn good. They're enough to make me

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-6197939609187553792008-11-08T08:32:00.000-08:002009-01-03T07:22:52.631-08:00

As the apple picking season is drawing to an end, I felt it was, at last, the right time to go and get my apples. I went with my dad to New Paltz, and after countless complaints about our original hiking plans, a screech of tires, and a last minute U-ey, we headed in the other direction towards an apple orchard. Well, may I say, it was quite overwhelming; which apples to get, what tree to get

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-1616113692901857512008-10-11T19:55:00.000-07:002008-12-27T11:52:10.450-08:00

I discovered this recipe on SmittenKitchen and also on Epicurious a little while ago, and ever since, it has intrigued me. After holding out for a while (my dad insisted that "the combination of flavors just don't go"), I ran him down. And boy, I have been wanting to post it for ever, but I have been so incredibly busy. Anyway, this recipe is fantastic, in my opinion. It is incredibly versatile-

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-31698439341049564452008-08-15T16:48:00.000-07:002008-08-15T16:51:26.869-07:00

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My sister's birthday just passed and for it, she wanted chocolate cake. "Any type, as long as it tastes good." I got this recipe from the magnolia bakery cookbook and it made a gigantic 3 layer cake with tons of icing. It was quite the labor of love. But mostly just labor. 

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This was my first ever batch of vegan cupcakes, fresh from my new vegan cookbook (just something to mix it up a little).  I thought I would keep it simple with the golden vanilla, which turned out to be quite tasty. Even without the icing they have a great amount of flavor, and they have the same 'cupcakey' texture normal ones do. They taste just like regular cupcakes- and better than most. I

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06535226876388137522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3046593249293186926.post-34373781774233290182008-08-15T12:20:00.000-07:002009-05-17T12:36:36.211-07:00

I'm Emily, and my blog is about trying new recipes and being creative in the kitchen! Hopefully, I can show people that food doesn't have to be made expensively to taste good, and that sometimes the simpler recipes are the better ones.Yesterday was one of the few times I didn't have school, an overwhelming amount of work, or anything to do. At all. So you see, this decision had to be made

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