I know, I KNOW! It's been forever since I've baked and blogged. I don't even have a reasonable excuse(unless you count lack of funds). It's summer and the only thing occupying my time is part time retail and one summer class. I apologize to anyone who actually reads this blog, I really do.
A friend recently let me borrow Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. I devoured it! I've never been much of a fan of his super direct journalism-esque prose, but something about picturing him with Hadley in Paris, drinking a bunch of wine and whiskey really made me forget about his style. He's poor and all he wants to spend his money on is wine and bread. All he wants to spend his time doing is making love to his wife, drinking and writing. Kindred spirits, Hemingway and I.
My first instinct was to make huge super whiskey-ed up cupcakes topped with chocolate. A cupcake a man could eat without feeling any less manly. But then I remembered I don't really like whiskey, so I moved on to his second favorite drink--wine.
Before he was well known, he spent his tiny journalism salary on cheap beer and wine--again, something I can relate to. So I found a recipe for sweet white wine cupcakes! I used Riesling but I bet Mascoto would be delicious too. Then I used wine and white chocolate in the frosting as well.
They came out a very sweet, but if you know me, you know I don't think a little extra sugar every hurt anyone.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
“You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
“Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary...”
“I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time...”
“My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.'
We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.”
“By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.”
Happy Baking, everybody!