Blackout Chocolate Cake

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Things I Learned This, My Birthday Week, Living In The South: 

1. Sometimes when you arrange to buy a bag of weed it comes with a free puppy. And no, I don't have a new puppy. 

2. 39 in 2018 is not the same as 39 in 1992. So stop comparing yourself. 

3. All of life's answers can be found on TV. Namely Netflix's reboot of Queer Eye. 

4. And nobody owes you a birthday cake. If you want one make it your damn self. 


Blackout Cake

RECIPE FROM NEW YORK TIMES





Friendsgiving 2017

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If you are one of the three regular readers I have you are more than aware that my Thanksgiving pasts are less traditional and more nomadic. In fact I can't recall the last time I emotionally binged on pumpkin pie at the same place two years in a row. I have rightfully declared my Thanksgiving tradition being 'no tradition'. And I stand by that. 

Almost three years ago I found myself standing in the elevator lobby of my apartment building trying to convince myself that it was okay for a middle aged gay man of no sports interest to attend the building sponsored Super Bowl Party. In the end the maternal guilt of my mother whispered in my ear and my 2 hours at that party were the catalyst for three years of relationship building leading to this year's Friendsgiving. 

This Monday before Thanksgiving I will sit down with nearly 30 people for Friendsgiving. None of them are blood related. But almost all of them are family now. 

We are 30 strong and most of us transplants to North Carolina. From as far south as Johannesburg, to the outskirts of The British Isles, as far west as the Alaskan Final Frontier, and as close as the BBQ capital of the world. Between California and New York we have most states covered. We are restauranteurs, lawyers, small business owners, artists, doctors, creatives, singers, craftsman, academics, and mostly all can be called smartasses. But despite our varied backgrounds we manage to not totally piss each other off on a regular basis. Perfect grounds for any dinner party. 

There is a meme going around that perfectly sums up this event. It roughly says something about how odd it is that as humans we just randomly meet strangers and then just start hanging out. 

So naturally I trusted no one else with desserts. I will be bringing a couple pumpkin pies and a cheesecake. 


VEGAN PUMPKIN PIE

RECIPE FROM LIBBY'S




Summer Berry Cheesecake

Summer Berry Cheesecake

Summer Berry Cheesecake

Just to put it all out there for you, this was a rough week for me. 

Firstly it was the anniversary of my father's passing. And for some reason I was extremely weepy about it this year. Thankfully for the most part those moments were met alone in the car while commuting. 

Secondly I was twice given, let's say, constructive observations about myself from two sources that proved to be challenging for myself to swallow (insert swallowing joke here). And while it is always good to get feedback, we need to know how to use said feedback for good. Not allowing ourselves a Cher Horowitz like shame spiral of doom to engulf us. Because of this lapse in emotional well being my week ended up being not only a disappointment to myself but to much of my life around me. Work suffered. Food suffered. Social life suffered.  

It's in these moments that my natural instinct is to lapse back to what is comfortable to me. 

Resulting in the following: 

Roughly 20+ hours of Star Trek Movie Franchise viewing. 

Multiple turkey on sourdough with nothing but mayonnaise sandwiches eaten naked over the kitchen sink as to not need a plate. 

Zero time at the gym. 

Zero coffee. 

And the desire to eat cheesecake for breakfast. 

So as the week wrapped up I dusted off my springform pans, watched some Star Trek as the cream cheese came to room temperature, and slowly came to the conclusion that I don't need to be what others think of me. They don't know my personal goals. Nor do they know the path that is right for me. So instead of making the cheesecake recipe I had mentally tattooed on my brain at birth I sought out a new recipe to challenge myself. Which ended up being an old recipe to someone else.

Below is Junior's New York Style Cheesecake. A classic since the 1950s. This cheesecake doesn't have the classic graham cracker crust. The bottom layer is sponge cake. And I've taken the liberty of adding the fruit. 

Until next time. 


Summer Berry Cheesecake

RECIPE ADAPTED FROM  JUNIOR'S HOME COOKING: OVER 100 RECIPES FOR CLASSIC COMFORT FOOD BY ALAN ROSEN & BETH ALLEN © 2013


Junior's Sponge Cake Crust

RECIPE ADAPTED FROM JUNIOR'S HOME COOKING: OVER 100 RECIPES FOR CLASSIC COMFORT FOOD BY ALAN ROSEN & BETH ALLEN © 2013


Fruit and Glaze Topping




Homemade Brownie Brittle

Homemade Brownie Brittle

Things I Learned This Week Living In The South: 

1. There is no shame in standing by your friends as they take a pregnancy test in the bathroom of a funeral home. If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen. 

2. If you have ever thought to yourself, "I wonder if there is a way I can procure a bag of weed AND a puppy at the same time?" there is.  And no, I do not have a puppy now.

3. Sometime when you eat way too many sprinkles they don't completely dissolve when you digest them. And the next morning after your coffee and constitutional you turn around and think, "OMG I am so gay my shit is rainbow colored!" 

This weekend I made homemade brownie brittle. With sprinkles. See #3 above. 


HOMEMADE BROWNIE BRITTLE

RECIPE INSPIRED BY STORE BOUGHT BROWNIE BRITTLE




Peanut Butter Chocolate Banana Bread

Girl Scout Peanut Butter Chocolate Banana Bread

This weekend I stepped out of my box and took a road trip with two friends, two strangers, and a cross dressing Scotsman. Which of course meant I had to make Peanut Butter Chocolate Banana Bread. A road trip necessity.  

With swimsuits in hand and sunscreen freshly applied we drove 5 hours even deeper into the south to watch a friend perform in drag for the sake of theatre. But before that poor sun burned Scotsman got on stage to open the eyes of Hilton Head's elite to the world of farce we made Hilton Head Island our bitch.   

Things I've Learned This Week Living In The South (Beach Edition):

1. A last minute road trip with your hairdresser can lead to some of the best seafood you've ever had in your short sea food eating life. The Hilton Head Island Seafood Festival proved to be the best $29 spent in a long ass time. Why was everyone keeping the beauty of the Oyster Shooter from me all these years?

2. The South is home to some very friendly people. As seen by the community of women at the food festival who rallied together to share what few unused napkins they had to make sure all women in line had toilet paper as there was none left in the shitter.  

3. When told that the person getting in the car with you once crapped himself wearing an adult dinosaur onsie, don't judge. He may be the only other "Ben" you'll meet that is worthy of the name. And as he played soccer on the beach in a newly purchased shark onsie, his girlfriend looked on with what I feel was a mix of lust and love. We all need a partner who can can admire us in our onsies.  


PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE BANANA BREAD

RECIPE ADAPTED FROM THE GOURMET COOKBOOK (2004 ed)