This was, by far, the most decadent recipe I have ever made. It’s a peanut butter pound cake with peanut butter and chocolate morsels, which I made for Shivon’s birthday. There’s lots of non-peanut butter in it, as well.
It is a little known fact that I am a member of Calhoun college. I don’t live there, I don’t eat there, and I pretty much make all my Calhoun friends come to me. So much am I out of touch with Calhoun that I’ve never actually been to its buttery, that place in the basement where foods fry for the enjoyment of essay-writing, tired Yalies. Myself not a huge fan of fried foods, I decided to contribute to the community of Calhoun by making a weekly batch of fresh baked goods, filled with good ingredients, everything is from made scratch and sold at a price that is meant to cover the cost (a brownie for a dollar, yes). Yesterday was the first day of this endeavor, and it was endlessly gratifying. Spending Sunday morning in my kitchen baking (and Sunday afternoon in the downtown soup kitchen cooking) is probably the best form of therapy I could imagine. Plus, the joy on people’s face when they eat a peanut butter pie (which I’ve failed to photograph) is beyond words. A huge thank you to everyone who came down to the buttery last night, the food was mostly gone by 11pm, which made my day. Come back tonight for leftovers, and next Sunday for a new batch.
All three recipes came from Cooking Light, which has proved completely foolproof. No one would have guessed these were light, seriously.
This past week I spent way too much time futzing with Sonali’s sweet Canon Rebel in preparation for…
getting my own SLR!
My parents gave me a special dispensation to get my graduation present 6 months ahead of time, mostly so I can take pictures of delicious food, which, ostensibly, is a ridiculous thing to do, but hey, I’m a ridiculous person. My Canon Rebel XTi is on it’s way to me as we speak (/read/eat/drool).
So with Sonali’s camera at hand I couldn’t but make a lot of stuff that was worth photographing. And with all this food there was nothing I could do but throw a party and feed it to people. So here are the fruits of my labor.