The beauty of this float is that it grew out of other decadent hazelnut desserts that I have made this week.
And had me sounding like a stoner just imagining the tastiness at the Fred Meyer.
Let me explain……
The beauty of this float is that it grew out of other decadent hazelnut desserts that I have made this week.
And had me sounding like a stoner just imagining the tastiness at the Fred Meyer.
Let me explain……
Since it has been summertime in the Pacific Northwest, that means it is berry season and I have been preserving up a storm.
And of course, my F3 is there to give me great ingredient suggestions.
One thing I am enjoying about the dating scene now is that I am meeting men who cook, and like it.
I still have bags of berries in my freezer. And the only occasion to make a pie this week was to bring it to a showing of Keanu Reeves’ “47 Ronin,” with my other two friends.
A friend of mine from Salem texted me one weekend:
“Dude, when are you coming over next? Salem is boring so you should come over and we’ll make a cake.”
After a bizarre week, I needed a movie night with beer. My friend was more than happy to provide, along with girl scout cookies.
I made some popcorn, and we watched a bit of Tenali, a virtuous Indian cartoon for children with creepily animated characters.
This is a cajun pecan cake from the Palio dessert cafe.
The slice is a white cake with butter cream- cream cheese frosting. There are pecans within the cake and on top, which are candied and with cayenne pepper and cinnamon.
Yes, Portland is the land of Voodoo Donuts, but I am talking about another type that is classicly creative and damn delicious.
Blue Star Donuts came into the Portland scene quite recently, but they now have two stores that are open until they sell out. One is downtown and the other is on SE Hawthorne.
On a run to the farmer’s market with my favorite foodie friend (yes, I’ve mentioned him before and will from now on refer to him as my F3 because saying FFF is too hard to say quickly), I asked him to request something for me to bring to his state capital abode when I visit him on the weekend.
I received many a suggestion from him and his house mates, wavering on vague (marzipan) and interesting (more middle eastern desserts).
There is really not a lot to do in Salem, the capital of Oregon.
There are some ebbs of color that allow the area to redeem itself, mostly in the form of food, a few good festivals, the capitol building area and the yearly state fair.
One of the places I enjoy is Gerry Frank’s Konditorei, a restaurant from a German family that makes “extravagant cakes et cetera.”