On the Seventh Day of Christmas Recipes: Have Some Cupcakes

cupcakesI thought long and hard about this, but I will not be making Christmas cupcakes this year. Generally I bring something to my family’s Christmas Eve dinner and really wanted to bring cupcakes, but it’s just going to be too difficult. My dessert making will take place in my mom’s kitchen and while my mom’s a good cook/baker, she’s not a cupcake maker. Meaning I would have to schlep my piping tools, cupcake scoop, liners to her place, along with the rest of our clothes for the next 4 days and presents. And while my mom’s kitchen is FAR MORE exquisite than my shabby Brooklyn rental (that I’m not willing to invest any money I can’t take with me in) kitchen, it lacks one essential appliance.

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Brooklyn Locavore Approved: Butter Lane Cupcakes

Well if you know me at all, you probably know about my cupcake obsession, both cooking and eating. So obviously I would probably endorse nearly any cupcake place. But this is a little different. I’ve actually never tried Butter Lane made cupcakes, but did have a fantastic time making my OWN Butter Lane cupcakes at one of their recent classes that I HIGHLY recommend to any baker (or non baker) out there.

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October Unprocessed: Fresh Pasta

Last Christmas I got the pasta roller and cutter attachments for my KitchenAid mixer. And the Ravioli attachment. And yes, it too me until now, until Unprocessed October, to actually get the stuff out of the box. First, I want to warn everyone. People think having a KitchenAid makes everything so easy. Well it does, for baking at least. Not so much with pasta. There’s a lot of steps and pieces to connect, and even though the KitchenAid “kneads” the dough for you, you still have to do it again…MANUALLY. Sure it might be easier than making pasta by hand, from scratch–I’ve never tried. But for some reason, I always thought my KitchenAid was magic. Like a microwave, I would pop some ingredients into its bowl and voila! I would have something fantastic. Boy was I wrong.

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