I totally missed it. Right there, in the midst of a crazy workweek: August 15th. My 2-year anniversary of this blog. Things have definitely changed since year one. For starters, my posts have slowed down; you may have noticed….or maybe you didn’t. At any rate, I clocked in at 100 posts for year one, but only 75 for year two. It’s okay with me though. Part of it is that I don’t have as much time for cooking now-jobs and life and all that jazz. The other part is that I realized that it takes all the fun away if I’m stressed about making food…for the blog. I should never be making food for the blog. I should be making food for me and for you and if it’s good enough, then I can share it. And so that’s what I’ve been doing, and what I’ll continue to do into year three.
One year, 365 days, 100 posts. Happy blogoversary to me.
Cold and thick, tangy and creamy, nothin’ says summer like a piña colada (except maybe a margarita, but shhhhh). It’s one of those indulgent treats that you have so seldom—for me, only when I’m actually physically on a beach with some sort of steel band nearby, so you can imagine just how seldom—that it has to be something special. No beaches in your future? Why not make it into a cake?
Have you ever heard of Country Captain? I first heard of it on Throwdown. Yes, I heart a good food competition as much as the next person (I’m a lemming and lovin’ it) and my affinity for Bobby Flay goes way back before the Food Network ever became a national obsession. Anyways, I had never heard of Country Captain before but was intrigued by a southern dish that was clearly Indian in origin. Plus, foods with goofy names are fun.
I just got my butt seriously kicked at the gym. Like, I’m concerned about my ability to go from a standing to sitting position tomorrow. It feels good though right? Maybe not at the time—at the time, I was pretty sure I wanted to die—but afterwards, there’s nothing like the feeling of a good workout. It makes you want to be good to your body; to work out more often and harder; to push yourself more; to eat well and drink less. So obviously, coming off this high, I’m going to tell you about one of the biggest, most decadent cakes…maybe ever.
Wait, that doesn’t make sense…
You know when you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you shouldn’t do something but you just can’t stop yourself? For me, these situations tend to involve that second helping of bread pudding, that third (cough::fourth::cough) margarita, or those boots that I just cannot physically leave the store without despite the 10 other pairs currently in my closet. This cake was one of those situations.