This veganized boxed crumb cake is a product of my failed hairbrained attempt at making vegan coffee cake batter blondies. The problem? Instead of following my procedure for making vegan cake batter blondies, I just did a 1-for-1 vegan substitution for the exact recipe on the box. So I ended up with a vegan crumb cake instead of vegan crumb cake blondies.
There are worse problems.
Though the name might not imply it, Viva Chicken, a Peruvian place in the struggling-thriving-struggling-thriving again Elizabeth neighborhood, is home to some pretty substantial vegetarian fare making it a GO in our dueling lifestyle home. Nick eats chicken and I do not, but I can still eat well at Viva Chicken.
Step 1: Order the sangria.
Hello hello. Hope everybody had a solid weekend. I did absolutely nothing with my life and it was good. I avoided almost all human contact, checked almost all of my languishing emails and sort of started to slowly return to functioning again. There is a gaping hole in our lives where Tilly was and my apartment feels like a big hollow depressing cavern. That little cat had a huge presence. I was telling another cat owner who is about to make some of the same tough decisions I just did that I don’t think things necessarily get easier, they just get further away. So to that extent, each day at least feels a little easier.
Friday night I realized I hadn’t really eaten much at all this week and was suddenly starving to death so I sent Nick an emergency falafel text and that’s what we did for dinner. (Honestly any time I want falafel it’s kind of an emergency situation.)
Happy solemn Caturday. It makes me so sad to sit here at my desk in Tilly’s room (she really did have her own bedroom, that’s not a joke) without my little monster next to me. I think I underestimated what a force Tilly was in our lives until I got home and felt the hollow emptiness without her here. She was so vocal and so communicative and so responsive to my voice and I talked to her all the time. She always knew where we were and wanted to be there with all of us. She would shuffle from one room to the next to get in on the action or at least watch from the doorway and I keep finding myself listening for that swish swish swish scooting across the floor. For a two-legged cat, Tilly was on the move a lot.
It’s funny that I moved from a studio to a two-bedroom apartment to accommodate my growing cat family (crazy town, I know) only to find that we were all still always in one room together. They just all liked to be wherever Nick and I were and some of my favorite pictures are of all three of them together flipping furry middle fingers at my attempt to give them each their own space.
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like a made the right decision, like I did right by Tilly and made the choices that would make her better. From where I am now, buried under the weight of grief I have truly never known, it’s mostly doubt and regret and it just really hurts. At the same time, I suppose if I had elected not to go forward with her surgery and she died, I would feel the same way, like I didn’t exhaust every last option to help her. The choices I was presented, I felt, were not choices at all, each one appearing to lead to the same heart-wrenching outcome.
I love cookies. I find them to be far superior to cupcakes but tied or perhaps even second to brownies, blondies and bars of all kinds. I especially love cookies that deliver sassy little messages like those created by the duo over at Tough Cookie Co. They literally have one that says “What fucking ever”. I NEED ONE EVERY DAY.
This little business sort of popped up overnight in the last couple of months due to popular demand. The two co-founders still have other jobs, but more and more orders are rolling in for their delightful creations, giving the business some powerful organic growth in a very short time.
I dropped by The Daily Press last weekend to check them out at a vintage pop-up shop and came home with a donut and a bag of little honeycomb hexagons.
I never get out of Marshall’s/TJ Maxx/Homegoods without adding at least one item to my haul while standing in line to check out. That’s where they put all the good impulse buys like this triple-message cookie stamp I found the other day. It was a moment of extreme weakness.
Hasselback is one of the ultimate methods for baking a potato, second only to twice-baked potatoes (my mom’s, particularly) which require way more effort than I’m usually willing to give to a lowly potato.
Hasselback potatoes beat out a plain baked potato any day because the multiple layers make it nice and crispy, and they also beat out baked “fries” too because I’d rather just have real fries anyway. Hasselback potatoes are easy (just slice, oil, bake), impressive (fancy fan, hello) and delicious (crispy, salty, yes). You can even stuff the layers with cheese, herbs and assorted other goodness. Cool? Cool.
I tried to post my Friday favorites on Friday but we lost power (and thus wifi) right when I tried to do it in the morning.
So here we are.
HAPPY PI DAY CATURDAY.
We got a new couch this week. I was pretty stressed out about it because I bought it two months ago and it has taken this long to get it customized and delivered and I developed extreme buyer’s remorse in that time.
Luckily, I actually really love it. And Weaz does too.