A few years back I was in my early twenties. I remember laughing… a lot. Everything was funny.
A handful of years ago I was in my mid twenties. That’s when I discovered what a pain in the butt tax time was when I could no longer claim myself as a college student.
These days I’m in my late twenties. I’m not complaining. No siree. I know how treacherous tax time is and I still find myself laughing my fool head of… often. Strangely… I still find it difficult to think of myself as an adult. The thought of adulthood is daunting, even here in late twentyville.
With this in mind, I’ve decided that I’ll be fully comfortable with adulthood when, and only when I:
-learn how to fold a fitted sheet.
-don’t run screaming at the sight of a spider or anything with wings and dangling legs.
-can figure out how not to sit in gum while wearing my favorite jeans…. or at least figure out how to get the dang gum out.
While I figure out this adulthood madness, please enjoy some macaroons. I dipped them in chocolate. Kosher chocolate. I’m hardcore like that.
I’m a stone cold maniac when it comes to making to-do lists. The only problem with my lists is that they’re usually filled with tasks that I’d much rather avoid.
This week I’m going to put together a different type of list for myself. Instead of a To-Do List, I’m going to try out a Want To-Do List.
Here’s what’s on my Want To-Do List so far:
-Sit in the sun with a book. Read the book. Take legs color from blindingly white to less blindingly white.
-Make a birthday cake. Lick the batter and frosting bowl clean.
-Drive to Sonoma to teach a baking class at Ramekins.
-Go for a hefty hike in Echo Park. Make sure your thighs know who’s boss.
-Make these pancakes for dinner. Include bacon. Invite cute boy with red hair.
All signs point to this being a great week. What’s on your Want To-Do List this week?
Listen up friendly friends! I’ve got fun news!
The ladies of On the Lamb are having a strawberry themed cooking demonstration at Surfas in Culver City on April 10th!
We’re making strawberry drinks, strawberry sweets and strawberry savories in Surfas’ gorgeous test kitchen. If you’ve never been to Surfas, the amazing kitchen supply, marketplace and cafe… um… seriously? Get on it.
April 10th. noon to two in the afternoon.
Come watch Whitney, Rachel and me throw down in strawberry town.
It’s free. There will be free laughs and free samples. No lie.
Take a peek at the invite, then email us at onthelambfb (at) gmail dot com. Let us know you’re coming.
The only hitch? There is no guest list for this cooking demonstration. It’s a first come, first serve situation. Get there early. Shop around. This little gem is sure to fill up fast.
I made y’all some bread.
Some big, fat, in your face, whole wheat apple bread. It’s the kind of bread that will kick your morning coffee in the face… with love and respect.
I like to do things with love and respect… even if it’s yelling at the Los Angeles traffic gods… or channeling my snarky side while on the phone with the IRS. If I say it’s done with love and respect… totally ok, right?
I’ve learned a handful of things the twenty eight years I’ve been in the world. Really just a handful of things… the rest I’m just making up as I go along.
One of the things I’ve learned: serving someone a segmented grapefruit for breakfast has got to be one of the most loving things you can do. It’s right up there with turning down the sheets or drawing someone a bath. Real life romance.
I know… I know… it’s just a grapefruit, but if you’ve ever segmented a grapefruit for someone other than yourself than you know… it’s love. No joke.
I cooked some sugar.
I cooked some sugar and poured it over salted popcorn.
Holy moly. Hot sugar.
I need to talk to you about hot sugar.
I need to tell you that hot sugar on you hand… not cool… at all. Hot sugar on salted popcorn is a dream come true.
I have treats for you. Morning Glory Confections is some of my favorite candy, and I wanted to share it with some of you.
Amanda. Nicole. Mackenzie. It’s your lucky day. I want to send you sweets!
Winners selected by random.org.
Two days ago my sister was out in Seattle having dinner with a friend. Simple enough, right?
She was approached my a friendly faced woman and asked “Are you Joy the Baker’s sister?” My sister burst into confused laughter. They carried on a short, smile filled conversation and went on with their meals… my sister still slightly confounded.
Lauren is Joy the Baker’s sister… that’s not the confusing part. The confusing part is that you all might recognize my sister in the world. Awesome. Odd. Strange. And awesome again.
Have I told you how awesome you are? How glad I am that you’re here? How glad I am that you would say hi to my sister if you saw her in Seattle? Well…. you are awesome. I’m so stoked that you’re here and thanks for being nice to my sister. For. Reals. Cause if you weren’t nice to her… we’d have to fight. That would be weird.
In other news… I can’t find my tweezers and I made you a cake. Let’s discuss.
The truth is… I haven’t quite been able to get my act together since my move.
I’ve been trying to distract you with posts about my box grater. I’ve been trying to distract you with candy giveaways…. but that’s all starting to feel a little silly.
The fact of the matter is, my KitchenAid is still unplugged and my new oven needs a good scrubbing… and, I just ate a giant slice of store bought coconut cream pie.
Want to take a peek into my new space? Suuuure you do… come on in!
Three things I love:
People that make special things with special ingredients.
aaaand bonus. You. I think you’re awful swell.
Because I love all of these things, I thought I’d share a little something with you.
Morning Glory Confections is a Los Angeles based artisan brittle and candy company. We’re talking handmade, small batch candy with amazing flavor combinations.
The best part? I want to send you some!
I was packing up my kitchen this afternoon and I got to thinking.
I got to thinking about my box grater… which is totally weird.
As if thinking at length about my box grater weren’t odd enough… I’m now going to shovel my box grater thoughts onto your lap.
There’s butter. There’s cheese. There’s roots and veggies. All the drama and intrigue you could want from one little box grater.
aaaand… seriously… thanks for playing along. I realize I’m ridiculous.
I have downright baffled myself.
I may have mentioned that I’m moving this week. Moving is… horrifying. Yes, I’m being dramatic. Please indulge me.
Among the things that I found under my bed and in the dark recesses of my closet as I’ve been cleaning and packing are:
eight kitten stuffed animals.
one medium sized bunny stuffed animal.
three puppy stuffed animals.
one baby sock…. A. Baby. Sock. I have no baby. Seriously… What the heck is going on here!?
a tiny rhinestone turtle toe ring. Really?
one sweater that gives my arms a rash. I found out the hard way.
one wooden bobble head turtle toy. Why so many turtles hiding in my house?
and… a rock. Because… yea. A rock.
Take these Little Lemon Hazelnut Cakes as a token of my love, affection, and dwindling sanity.
This post could also be entitled:
Can’t Bake Now… I’m on the I-5.
Joy the Driver and Lauren the Snack Coordinator
Joy the Baker eats 6 pounds of Chex Mix between San Francisco and Portland
or simply… Joy the Baker moves her sister from Los Angeles to Seattle in a Budget moving truck creatively nicknamed Budgie.
It’s early Tuesday morning. My Mom makes Lauren pose with her moving truck. That’s not weird, right? Not weird at all.
I’d really like to conjure up some useful information for you. That would be nice, right? I could tell you all about avocados. Where they came from. What a lovely shade of green they are. Why they’re so expensive at the grocery store… you know, things like that.
But you didn’t come here for boring old information… did you!?
I didn’t think so.
You came here because you want me to admit to eating Pepperidge Farm Soft Bake Cookies…which is totally happening right now. You came here because you want me to admit to rrreeeeaaaalllllyyyy wanting to watch the season finale of The Bachelor… it’s true… it’s a problem. You came here because you want me to admit to wearing my big fluffy slipper socks. The dreaded socks/shoes that will keep me single for eternity. Well… I’m wearing them and I’m loving it.
So there, friends. It’s all out on the table. Now can we talk about cake?
Three things. Can I tell you three things? Do you mind getting all up in my business for the next several minutes of your life?