Hello friends and welcome to another fine Sunday. We’re calling it a fine Sunday because we’re going to make it so.
Yesterday was the last class of The BakeAway – my ambitious 4-week online baking school. We frosted and decorated cakes, made perfect buttercream frosting, buttercream roses, and generally stressed and fretted our way through it. It was a blast, after which I collapsed on my bed for an accidental nap – the sort you wake up from and legitimately do not know what day it is. I woke up at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon and could not understand what day, time, year, or planet I was on. I figured it out and was like… oh ok, still at 2020, fine let’s carry on.
This week I’ve been quieting the everything with piano practice and loads of recipe testing. I’m adding to the list of songs I play and sing poorly AND I’ve got a gluten-free cake and pie coming your way shortly. Be blessed (mostly that you don’t have to be here for the serenade).
The offering this week is below. We have a deal here, you’ll take only what you need. I’m really so glad you’re here and I hope this finds you well. Take one of those weird time warp naps today if you need it.
โข This is honest and very difficult: Voices from the pandemic “What are we so afraid of?” (The Washington Post)
โข Is There a Safe Way to be Home for the Holidays? There’s common sense and encouragement so maybe just maybe, yes? (The Atlantic)
โข We out here exercising. Record avalanche of early voters transforms the 2020 election. (AP)
โข Friends, here’s what we’re all watching tonight instead of having the Sunday scaries: My Octopus Teacher.
โข Here we are, in case there was any confusion: 21 masks that make great Halloween costumes (NYMag)
โข This week last year I was in Maine: Let It Be Sunday, 243. (Joy the Baker)
โข This week for dinner will be: Sushi Rice with Miso Caramel Glazed Salmon. Thanks for the recipe Suzonne! (Bon Appetite)
โข I’m set on making myself a batch of this old classic: Flourless Peanut Butter Cookies just beeeecaaauuuussseee (that was in my Oprah voice)! (Joy the Baker)
โข Currently listening to this super soothe. Oh wait! Have you let this James Blake destroy you yet? (Spotify, YouTube)
โข Currently inspired by my friend Katalina’s new line of hand-painted acrylic nails. When Katalina lived here in New Orleans, she gave me the nails of my liiiiiife every month and now that little indulgence is here for all of us at Saint Rose.
โข I love the food that comes out of Sprouted Kitchen. (Sprouted Kitchen, a blog)
That’s what I have for you today!
Let’s be in this day!
My love to you.
xo Joy
7 Responses
Thank you!!
Might I just say that I love you, I thank God we have you around this here interwebs and your “welcome to another fine Sunday” just makes me feel all cozy and stuff. Even though I’m reading it on a Tuesday!
James Blake, kills me every time. So achingly beautiful.
I have to say, as a former teacher of an adult cake decorating class, you buttercream roses are exceptional. My mom used to cake and sell cakes from out home when I was growing up. My dad worked for a large manufacturing company and many of her orders came from folks he worked with. When in high school, I worked in a bakery, decorating cakes as part of my job. To this day, the smell of buttercream icing makes me a bit queasy…and the thought of cleaning up after making buttercream… even more so. All that said, I can still appreciate the skill and art of of a well made buttercream rose.
On another topic, octopus are probably the most amazing and fascinating creatures on this planet. Their biology is so alien like and yet they are incredibly smart and actually form intense connections to humans that they encounter on a regular basis. The film is well worth watching.
Thank you Joy. I am a school teacher in CA and working too many hours. Life’s out if balance. But during the early months of staying at home, the universe threw me your blog. I tried some of your recipes during the summer and everyone enjoyed that we had time to bake together and to eat together. Now, the busy has come back with a vengence. On Sunday mornings, we turn on bluegrass, sip coffee, and I read your blog. Its like a sweet space reading a letter from a dear friend. I may never email again, but wanted to say thank you!
2 notes in and my 9 year old called from the backseat- this song is too sad!!! Clearly she felt it and understood immediately. Moved to tears.
Yes, and the song with the Tony Green story. Hearts are breaking – maybe breaking open.