Day 23 – January 23rd

The day started with a simple Google Map search using the key word “Pie” (being National Pie Day and all)

Its results lead me down my very street- a 26 minute walk- to Aphrodite’s Cafe. They did not disappoint

I gladly let them help me with the pies.

They had all kinds – strawberry rhubarb, pecan, blueberry, mushroom, quiche, regular banana cream, cherry…

The barista brought out two slabs- one pumpkin one chocolate banana cream, and some black coffees.

I was with Duncan and Kathleen and we were able to sit outside on this lovely January day (not a thing that is possible back in St. John’s)

Duncan tried very hard to use The Force to get some pie into his smooshed face.

“I’m one with The Force. The Force is with me. I’m one with The Force. The Force is with me.”

The pies were tremendous. Well, the pumpkin one was a little mushy and borderline savoury. It could have used some whipped cream or ice cream or something of that nature. The chocolate banana cream pie was divine. Fresh bananas, real chocolate, rich yet fluffy mousse… perfection. They came garnished with some hearts made out of cinnamon. Delightful.

We polished off the two slices & coffees and then headed home where I wasted the rest of the afternoon creeping people I don’t know whatsoever on Facebook ( yes, I have it back at the present moment). A great time was had by all.

Join me tomorrow for the day I have been looking forward to the most NATIONAL BEER CAN APPRECIATION DAY!!!

 

Day 22 – January 22nd

All this celebrating has been hard to keep up with lately…. too much of a good thing?

January 22nd was National Blonde Brownie Day.

It’s basically a white, chocolate-less, unimpressive brownie.  It’s pretty much like replacing Obama with Trump in so many ways. I really don’t grasp it as something you would want to do to a country let alone a brownie.

Alas I made them anyway.

It involved:

  • 3/4 cup of butter
  • 1 1/2 cup of brown sugar
  • 2 tablespoons of vanilla
  • 1 tablespoon of baking powder
  • 2 1/2 cups of flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon of salt
  • white chocolate chips

Bake for about 30 minutes at 350.

I wouldn’t say they were as tasteless as Donald, but they certainly weren’t as rich. Sad.

 

Making these mediocre dessert bars, watching Team Foxcatcher and then Foxcatcher (fucking rich old white men are fucking insane not eccentric – Robert Durst, Donald, etc, can we just learn this soon, please??) while it rained buckets outside  was pretty much all I did this particular day.

If a blogger bakes white power brownies alone in her house with her deaf dog, is it really a celebration?

Thought to ponder

Tomorrow – National Pie Day! National Handwriting Day!

Yippee Skippee