Tibetan Nomad (by falsalama)
Black Tea Cake with Honey Buttercream
Yields 9-inch cake (2 5-inch cakes or 18 cupcakes)
Black Tea Cake
1 cup (235 ml) milk
3 tablespoons black tea (or the contents of 3 tea bags)
1/4 cup (55 grams) butter, room temperature
1 cup (225 grams) granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 3/4 cups (175 grams) cake flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (180 degrees C). Grease a 9-inch round cake pan.
Warm the milk until near boiling on the stove or in the microwave. Cut open the tea bags and add the tea directly into the milk. Allow to cool.
In a large mixing bowl, cream together the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in the vegetable oil and vanilla extract. Gradually add in the cake flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Stir in the tea brewed milk, mixing until batter is uniform and smooth.
Transfer batter to prepared pan and bake for 30-40 minutes (18-22 minutes for cupcakes), or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Remove from the oven and allow to cool before frosting or serving.
1/2 cup (110 grams) butter, room temperature
3 tablespoons honey
2 cups (250 grams) powdered sugar
Pinch of salt
In a large mixing bowl, beat the butter and honey until smooth. Add the powdered sugar and salt and continue mixing until the frosting comes together. If the frosting is too runny, add more powdered sugar until it reaches the right consistency. Likewise, if the frosting is too stiff, add more honey (or a splash of milk) to thin it out. If the frosting is too sweet, add a pinch more salt until the desired sweetness is achieved.
Spread or pipe the honey buttercream onto the cooled cake and serve.
"And this is good for us."
I want to write something
or about pain
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think—
no, you will realize—
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words,
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your own heart
had been saying.
—Mary Oliver, “I Want to Write Something So Simply” in Evidence: Poems
Tokyo Nights (by falsalama)
Tricky - If Only I Knew
from: False Idols
(Source: exoskull)Played 2303 times.
"When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself changed into a monstrous cockroach in his bed."
"He woke to discover that he had undergone a metamorphosis and become Gregor Samsa."
This comes atop Sarah Lyall’s NYT article on resurrecting long-gone literary characters. It’s a trend that results in the occasional disaster or sparkling success (Grendel, Wide Sargasso Sea, The Hours, etc.), but most often it’s just a lot of fun and a good way to keep the classics in our contemporary imagination.
Wan Chai marmelade melody (by paolobarzman)