January 17, 2006

HUNGED UP

I made a cake, for the holiday, my first cake. Recipe via Andy, whose roommate made the only vegan baked goods I ate SIX SERVINGS OF when we stayed at their house in Pittsburgh on the reading tour of last summer.

It's like this:
(3 c flour, 2/3 c cocoa, if you want chocolate cupcakes) -or- (3-1/4 c
flour if you want vanilla)
2 c sugar
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt

2 c cold water
1/2 c vegetable oil ("plus a little more," she says."like 2 Tbsp
more.")
2 tsp vanilla
2 Tbsp cider vinegar


Directions --

Mix the dry ingredients in one bowl and the wet in another, then pour
the wet into the dry and mix well, getting out all the lumps.

Bake cupcakes at 350 deg. for about 30 minutes.

Makes about 1-1/2 dozen cupcakes.

OR, you can just pour the batter into a cake pan (greased of course)
and bake around the same, and you'll have a cake.

the frosting is based on this proportion:

6 Tbsp vegan margarine
2 c powdered sugar
2-4 Tbsp soy milk
(and maybe a little vanilla, or cherry juice concentrate or whatever).

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it came out a a little heavy, due to my substitution of Walnut Oil. I frosted it too early, and Matt, despite never having made a cake knew you let the cake rest before you frost it, me... not so much. But the consensus is that cake is good, even when the frosting melts and sinks the middle of the cake which is still a little bit like pudding in the middle top. Whats bad about pudding-middled cake and frosting melted to it's buttery essential-- answer: NOTHING! Everyone is a master chef when what yr making has 4 cups of sugar in it.

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I am working on a mini update, for you, of some records and arts you might enjoy, for later. Right now, I am goading words for Canadians, trying to write about Spankrock's appeal for a family readership. "P***y" could be read as "party," yes? Menwhile, alls I can think about is this couple thoughts tangling fat words up about Joni Mitchell, Hissing of Summer Lawns, for the desert island essays book. I am a virgo, my approach surely too literalist -- ie. if I was stuck on a desert island, could I hand that record solitary? Records go with conditions and moods, I have never tried Joni outside the US, rarely in the car, most ever at home, nights and summers. What if the island was Bahrain? What if it was one of the Apostle Islands of the Great Lakes? What if it is tropical? I think about it and I wonder if a record would increase the isolation and depression of being on a lonely island, remembering the life I had. or would it be a painful reminder? Would I have a cabin, would it be like On Golden Pond? When I think stranded on an island, I always imagine it's a Lord of the Flies situation. Loinclothes, spears, humanity at it's most naturally foul. Boys, fires, filth and lo, me, armed with a document of Joni's jazzbo phase. Of when she got fed up and stopped writing inf irst person because she was tired of the speculation (the same reasons behind why Helium's Magic Kingdom record, which was heavily influenced by Hissing, was about fantasy-fiction, dragons, unicorns princesses; because after two albums of writing "narratives" that were alive with the sensual and the explicit, boy critics were calling Mary a "she-devil", or as the writer in a cover story from gone-and-forgotten magazine Puncture (I think the writer was Jay Ruttenberg, now of Time Out NY editorship) shows up for the interview wondering if Timony is a coquette, a tease, or if she is actually going to put out, commenting on what her blood red nailpolish said about her and her desire. )... Joni's jazzbo phase, people resented that remove. Resented her playing moog and getting Pastorius up in there. People like you better when you gut yourself and then show the knife and the blood, rather than sing some dark toned song about aging women at a dinner party, with no joy and extreme prowess.

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