The Cake called Birthday.

In my family, your birthday wasn't official if it wasn't accompanied by this layer cake, baked in heart shaped pans.   By the time Ma frosted the fucker with the peanut butter icing, though,  it just looked like a big circle with a bite taken out of the side.

It also wasn't officially your birthday if the cake didn't read "Happy Brithday."   Despite her great proficiency in life, Ma can't spell.   And every year, she'd be mad,  because this was the time she thought she got it right. It's now a charming family tradition.  I misspelled it on the coconut cake* I made for her 70th.   She didn't notice.  Even after we pointed it out.

I have always suspected this is why all her children have four letter names.   It's all the letters she can be trusted with at once.  

Bride of the Monster Cookies

This recipe is first up, because I can cut and paste it over from Facebook in thirty seconds and move on with recording more RSVPs for the annual Zoo picnic.

 These are hearty, but very chewy. Because of their soft texture and teensy chip size, I declare them to be:

Bride of the Monster Cookies

Hello! Let's organize some shit!

Hi, guys!

Facebook notes aren't cutting it anymore; I needed to create a centralized place to access and store my recipes.   In the next couple days, I'll migrate over all of the most frequently requested recipes that I've already posted in other places, including:

• Black Magic Cake
• Peanut butter frosting
• Lemon Curd
• Chocolate Lemon Pie
• Bride of the Monster Cookies 
• Mushroom Gravy

I'll add new ones as they strike me, or as I make them.   

I also thought it would be fun to use this as a place to answer questions and solve culinary dilemmas.   They come in as Facebook messages, emails, and text messages at the rate of about 2-3 a week, currently.   I never mind being asked questions, and if I can't answer, I'll find someone who can!

Don't ever expect fantastic food photography on this site.   Do expect profanity.

Yours in cheese,

Ruth