Wednesday, September 19, 2012

When Your Feet are Covered in Butter

Tonight I made brown sugar pound cupcakes - a martha stewart recipe - to drown out the anxiety that my theoretical employer is causing me. I was told I work there but do I actually ever work there? No.

It was a good thing I was in the mood for homemade whipped cream because my sad attempt at making a browned butter frosting resulted in a spill which now has me sitting on my couch avoiding doing my homework because my feet are all buttery and and I can't really concentrate when they feel like this.

Will I clean them?

Probably not.

P.S. I used the whipped cream as frosting.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Doughnuts and more

I have been eating A LOT lately. I'm missing the days when I was starving in Brooklyn - sort of - because now I'm just starting to feel like a fattie. Sure I haven't been spending as much on eating out with access to my kitchen, but this same kitchen is allowing to me to eat 3 square meals a day (and on most days, many many more.)
I try to keep the meals I cook healthy, since I'm eating so much, but it gets pretty exhausting. Some days I wake up and just want to stuff my face and not have to work for it.

For example: Yesterday morning, my roommate and I were woken up by our stomachs, which weren't growling but rather yelling at us. The small part of me that's frugal was chiming, "make pancakes" but the hungry and lazy part of me - my stomach - was shouting "BUY DONUTS," which is what we ended up doing.

We walked down 23rd street past the creepy Chelsea Hotel where Nancy Spungeon, was... know... by Sid Vicious, and onto 7th Ave where Doughnut Plant was waiting to change our lives (FOR REAL). Though new to us, Doughnut Plant has been around and innovating the Doughnut eating experience since 1994. You may think it's hard to get the doughnut wrong but that doesn't stop Dunkin Donuts from doing it every day. After awhile I'm just really sick of buying a dry, crusty, glazed donut or a jelly donut with strangely stale jelly.

With all this in mind I went into Doughnut Plant tentatively. The doughnuts were and are a little pricey-$2.75 to $3.75 for all doughnuts on their menu - and I wasn't in the mood to be let down. We ordered Dough-seeds to start. When we opened our bags and looked inside we were a little disappointed with the size of our food - not much bigger than a donut hole. This was going to have to be impressive. They were amazing. I took a bite and my knees went weak. My dough-seed was flavored orange blossom and my roommates raspberry. We'd bought them to split but when I was about to ask her if she wanted a bite, I realized I had none left to share. Filled with a light frothy cream it implodes in your mouth so gently and blissfully you're left wondering what exactly happened to you. This wasn't enough, so we ordered two regular sized doughnuts and went home feeling pregnant.

Of course that didn't stop us from stopping at Mcdonalds where we picked up fries and were almost charged for a refill on BBQ sauce. It's only a matter of time before I send in my application to the biggest loser.


HAPPY JEWISH NEW YEAR. I may not be jewish but that doesn't mean I wont take up an opportunity to try (and probably fail) to make a new years resolution. If I don't fail though you will start to see weekly posts from me, so GET EXCITED!

Thursday, September 6, 2012

My One Exception

Ice cream is my one exception. Even when I'm sticking to my budget - buying only the absolute bare necessities - ice cream sneaks its way in and makes me a little bit happier... and a little bit fatter.
Today I stopped at Van Leewun's Ice Cream Truck (a wonderfully cute little counterpart to their equally cute main store after an interview that I hope went well at one of my favorite stores that starts with an A and ends with a pologie ( and no it's not apologie). I bought earl grey tea flavored ice cream and then walked home from Union Square because, I LIVE IN MANHATTAN AGAIN AND I CAN DO THAT.
This is my apartment:


Needless to say, I'm obsessed with both of them/never leave my apartment/have become a hermit. In actuality though I've been cooking up the wazoo, and between the two film girls living here and the two theater girls living here the constant influx of gay men puts us practically on the same level as Ina Garten ( well maybe not quite, but we're getting there).

This weekend I'm going to a food fair - should be interesting for more reasons than one