Thursday, July 30, 2009

Crazy Crack Cookie Dough Cheesecake

Hi, my name is Amber, and I'm a cookie-dough-aholic. (And,, I don't have any desire to recover.)

My former roommates will attest to the fact that I'm seriously stinkin' addicted to the stuff. Not the baked version, mind you. I can take or leave those. But the DOUGH...the glorious, glorious dough. Hm. I'd probably be scared to know how many pounds of it I've put down in the last few years.

Now, before you give me the gasp/shocked look/"What about salmonella!?" reprimand check this out: I've learned how to make egg-less cookie dough! I admit, this never would have happened except for the fact that I decided recently that I needed to come up with a cookie dough cheesecake. I'm all about eating the raw-egg-laden stuff myself, but feeding it to other people is quite a different store. (Can't have people getting sick.)

As a (related) side note, I just received from UPS a wonderful little package containing the (NON-heart shaped) miniature cheesecake pans I recently ordered. Can I tell you how much I love them?

Here was the outcome. I call these my "Crazy Crack Cookie Dough Cheesecakes." Seriously addicting. Dangerously addicting. (But eat all the dough you want; it's safe!)

Monday, July 13, 2009

At the Races?

Remember that scene in "My Fair Lady" where Eliza goes to the Royal Ascot races, and everyone's dressed in immaculate black and white? Love it, love it.

So, the cake I made this past weekend was totally my Royal Ascot cake. At least, that's what it made me think of. (I had "My Fair Lady" songs running through my head every time I so much as looked at it.) Technically, it was a bridal shower cake. But all I could think of was Audrey Hepburn and green lawns and tea cups and enormous ladies' hats (meaning the hats were enormous, not the ladies).'s definitely time to rent that movie.

ANYway--Sam, the bride-to-be, chose black, white, and some undefinable shade of blue/teal for her wedding colors. Since I didn't know what the blue looked like, I went with black and white. Classy. Elegant. Did I mention I love it?

Here I am, applying fondant flowers.

And here's the cake at the shower, on the table. The little "thingy" on top was supposed to be a flower. But it fell apart (sad!). Thankfully, I was able to sort of prop it up with floral wire. But it was supposed to be perkier and taller.

A closer shot:

And even closer...

Here are a few of us hanging out in the church parking lot after the shower. (No, we didn't all plan to wear black and white...but, yes, it did happen. Cheesy? Maybe. Funny? Definitely.)

And, finally, another closeup--this time, of us! If only we'd had some of those "My Fair Lady" hats. Ah, well. Maybe next time.