That’s right, people. This is your holiday gift from me to you. Much in the way that Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, and Perry Como gifted the world with timeless christmas albums.
Many of you have told me that you love looking at all the Momofuku Milk Bar cakes I’ve made on the blog this past year, but many of you seem to echo the same sentiment. You don’t want to buy cake rings or acetate strips. You don’t want to spend tons of time cutting and stacking cake layers. You sure as heck don’t want to waste freezer space for a half a day while it gets all melded together. And I understand that. Normal people with things to do may not feel the urge to spend hours on a cake. The whole idea of a layer cake is to make it for something special, too. So what if it’s just Tuesday and you want cake? It seems impractical to go to this much effort just for yourself, right? Even if it’s enormously delicious. Even if you really, really want to taste one of these cakes. Continue reading →
Before you get all excited, screaming “I thought you promised us shoddy photos while on vacation!” I should let you know that a) yes, I did promise you that, and shoddy photos you soon shall get, and b) I made these prior to leaving town. I wanted to make sure that if everything went south (like I did) you would still have some treats. Besides, we make these for vacation (I’ll be making them this evening), so I’ve saved everyone here the excruciating pain of waiting until photos are taken before they tear into these. And believe me; you don’t want to be caught in a situation where guests/family/friends see s’mores bark and are told they can’t immediately eat it. You learn quickly that people do indeed bite when provoked. Continue reading →
Finally I post this. it’s about time. After all, it’s been almost a month since I made it, and it was enjoyed by a few of us over one long weekend of Memorial Day-barbequeing, birthday-celebrating, and general merriment. My mom and my sister were in town, and those are my two very best friends in the world. Except for Christmas and our annual trip to Florida (which we affectionately call “summer camp”), we’re not typically in the same place at the same time. This was a happy exception, and it called for a happy cake.
A happy, three-layer, sprinkle-laden, crumb-filled-and-topped cake, frosted within an inch of its life. Because that’s how we celebrate around here. This is the Momofuku Birthday Cake. Continue reading →