Chocolate Chiffon Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting (Happy 1rst Birthday!)

IMG_6119It’s been ages since I’ve bothered too deeply with the more decorative aspects of baking – food colouring and sprinkles, fancy piping tips, cake toppers, (frosting as a whole), that stuff.  NOT because I don’t find it twee and amazing and honestly I’m a bright colours person… I was just frugal.  Enjoyed my natural looking food (grown-ass adult baking heyo). Continue reading


Coconut Cupcakes w/ White Chocolate Ganache


Once there was a girl (with a curl) who loved coconut and all things tropical.  She had a birthday, as people do, and happily I was on the ball of baking-doing enough to actually provide cakelettes on time for celebrating.  Millions of them, ok ok seventy-two.

They’re fluffy and pale and do not have grated coconut inside like lots of coconut cake recipes do.  That was intentional cos I had a vision that didn’t involve that. 

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A Very Special Episode (or how I never learned to not overshare)


*Yawn*.  creak.  What?  Oh yeah.  Some time passes. 

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chocolate peppermint candy crack

Peppermint Chocolate Candy Crack


My one giftee this year loves minty chocolate, and that kind of candy I can pull off without shopping flurry.  It’s easy enough that I’ll hardly explain the process (and I’m also itching to jump back into bed and steam-roll over his loafy sleeping body so I can open my presents which includes  a DURIAN, merry merry, merry Christmas!). Continue reading

Mooncakes, Moon festivals, and our first days in Hanoi

Arriving in Vietnam, the first thing that hits you outside the airport doors is the blanketing rush of wet heat, and the way the dark of the night seems more velvety, and the sweat that’s already started to coat your skin is actually kind of pleasant, and the adventure begins then.  Out there are bugs the size of buckets, stores that sell only hangers and buckets, and more importantly (to some) – recipes that involve crazy things that are somehow impossibly delicious, people at this moment cramming pork neck into your dessert and you’re just loving it.

No, really, I promise, I swear.  It’s good.  We’ll get to that part.

If you’re lucky enough to arrive in Hanoi somewhere in the middle of September, the rush of arrival with be triple-fold and you can really revel in the wacked out festivities that are at a fever’s pitch everywhere as the taxi driver takes you to your hotel/hostel that’s inevitably in the heart of the warren that is the Old Quarter, ie – Mid-Autumn Festival central.  Stare out the taxi window.  Note the hundreds of faces, all young, and lit up with glowing pink, red and mint green from the shop-fronts, holding lanterns shaped like pentacles and buying inflatable fake mallets and drinking syrupy lemon tea on a SCHOOL night, no less.  Notice them mill around your car paying absolutely no attention to it, cause there are already motorbikes whipping around them that they have to give more care to, and you’re moving at a standstill anyway in the river of talking faces.

Spend the first night with your eyes half-spinning at all of this.  Get disoriented.  Stare at the banyans growing into the powerlines and have absolutely no idea what the city looks like beyond the three blocks that you can remember enough to return to.  Get some sleep.

Later, when you wake up, you might want to learn that the Mid-Autumn Festival (or Tết Trung Thu) is some serious but not in any way sombre business here in Vietnam.  The story goes that a man named Chu Coi (or Cuoi) loved a Banyan tree with special healing powers and it was obviously so rad that it was forbidden to pee on it, which his wife Chi Hang obviously did, and obviously (obviously) it started to grow upwards to the moon and took her right with it, where she lives to this day.  Apparently that’s part of what the lanterns are about – guiding her way back home (but really I just think the parents are making up for being so busy while they were reaping in that titular Harvest and now they want to tell their kids lots of colourful stories and give them 2 weeks to have fun ;) ).  There’s also a fairy tale about a carp that wanted to become a dragon, and eventually it worked hard enough and succeeded, becoming the symbol Cá hóa Rông – a reminder again for the kids that they can do anything if they perserve.  So yeah, it’s about the little ones.  And they are everywhere, and they are adorably agog with all the attention that’s getting paid to them.  It’s super cute.

Mooncakes are the sweet of choice for the festival, and you can find a confusingly vast but likely-to-be agreeable array of cakes in red boxes that are packaged so nicely it seems terrible to eat them yourself and not give them as gifts (but it’s delicious to do so, and I recommend doing both).  You can find those everywhere.  You can also – if you look carefully – find a very, very special kind of mooncake, called Bánh nướng nhân thập cẩm, or mixed cake.

I did some research with Google translate.  There’s crazy wonderful jazz in there.  I mean, the first thing you notice is that this thing is heavy.  There is a LOT going on.  Then, you cut in and notice that it’s a little like someone’s gelled up a grey mud puddle and trapped seeds, jellies and other mysterious objects inside, like a kind of edible amber, and it tastes, well, like….. sweet, gooey, aromatic, strangely meaty soft jelly candy with a wine-y kind of tone.

Here’s the general list, more or less:

nuts (cashews), roasted sesame seeds and melon seeds, sugar, Chinese sausage, pumpkin jam, lotus jam, ginger jam, lemon leaves, soya sauce, winter melon, pig’s nape fat, cinnamon apricot wine, chicken (!), and probably other things, wrapped in dense pastry, I DON’T KNOW.

It’s freaking great.

The green tea version above is pretty fabulous too, and even sort of normal, if that’s what you’re into ;)