Give me a slice of that, and that ... and that.

Tomorrow, I am meeting with a cake artist, and we are going to talk about (why else would I meet with a cake artist?) wedding cakes!

Buttercream, fondant, ganache, tiers, celadon, edible ink, I don't even know what to do with myself.

Here's what I do know: I'm doing some cake research. Because how in the world else will I ever know what I'm talking about.

But really, before I can master the vernacular, I have to just go ahead and show you all of the visions of wedding cakes I have dancing in my head.

Cheryl Kleinman Cakes

Lovin Sullivan Cakes (I just love birds)

Michelle Doll Cakes (I also love vines)

Sinfully Sweet Pastry Boutique

Sophie's Choice Bakery

Confections on the Coast

Gemelli Dolci

Incredible Endings

Ahh! So many good-lookin' cakes.

Guidance, please!

(all images from The Knot)

A post-Christmas palatal withdrawal

Sometimes, in January, I still crave the peppermint mochas and peppermint cupcakes that I consume in mass quantities during the Christmas season.

I, apparently, am not alone.

Just a few days ago, two little girls ordered peppermint hot chocolates from the diner where I wait tables.

Why should December have dibs on this ?

Out of curiosity, I decided to look up the etymology of peppermint in the Oxford English Dictionary (aka, the Bible for all of my undergraduate English courses). After looking through Latin roots that told me only what a botanist would be interested in, I decided to google the link between peppermint and Christmas. 

I read a bunch of historical stuff about sugar and poverty and people spending more at Christmas and peppermint being a hot seller. It wasn't too enlightening. 

Here's what I do know, though.

I'm craving one of these: 

Or atleast the (seriously) good-enough-to-bathe-in icing, seriously.

You can find the recipe at We Are Not Martha.

Don't let your post-Christmas inhibitions stop you.