New apartment, new roommates, new recipes, same love of baking. Last night my roommates and I christened our apartment with baked goods. We have a plethora of baking goods, seriously it’s almost ridiculous. Literally four bags of different kinds of flour, this does not include the oat bran, rice four and barley flour too. Since it was such a joyous occasion we definitely wanted to do cupcakes. Due to the hot weather we wanted to keep them light, but still fun and delicious. I guess we were secretly craving breakfast because we decided to make Strawberry Maple Pancake Cupcakes. We modified a cupcake recipe from Vegan Cupcakes Takeover The World, we added maple syrup, a little nutmeg, cinnamon and allspice to the batter. When the batter was poured in the tins I swirled in a little more maple syrup to make a crunchy sweet top.
Last night I made my slowly becoming Infamous Eggplant Stacks for my mother’s birthday dinner. It wasn’t my best eggplant stack. I made the sauce from freshly picked tomatoes I bought at the farmer’s market and it was delicious but I quickly ran out. It boiled down so much that I should have used the rest of the tomatoes. That’s one of my biggest problems as a cook, sometimes I overestimate how much food will be made. I’d rather have the opposite problem.
her: Is ‘cakelettes’ a word? Mini cakes.
me: I don’t think so. I think little cakes would be cup cakes.
her: I think it should be. BUT NOT CUPS, square.
me: So just square slices of cakes?
her: No, baked little cakes.
her: I can’t believe how defensive I am about this.
me: I’m just teasing you, you know.
her: I know…. But I’m getting SO mad!
me: I’m sorry!
her: It’s ok.
me: I do think that’s how cupcakes got invented. But little square cakes would be cool.
her: Midget cakes.
her: I like midget cakes. That is the funniest thing I’ve said all day.
So I was thinking about it and realized the petit four might be what she was thinking of. Like in the picture above, little cakes, or as she puts it, midget cakes. Either way they look delicious. But I think on the menu we might want to go with the French version, BP. It just seems more elegant, if you know what I mean. And once again we have muddled our way through a food conundrum to the answers.