A few weeks ago, Simrit, a dear friend from LA, came to visit and gifted me with a tin of No Chewing Allowed Original French Truffles. The chocolates weren’t from LA, but knowing me so well, while gallivanting around the city, she picked up the chocolates figuring I would like them. She was partly right, because not only do I like them, I seriously love them. MORE »
A few days ago it was my birthday. Usually for me, a birthday means cocktails, dancing, and a wretched hangover the next day. This year, as appealing as a hangover sounded, all I wanted was cake, specifically the Coconut Cake from L.A. Burdick that I read about on SE:NY. I’m not usually a cake person (give me a jalebi over a slice of cake any day), but when I saw the post, I made a mental note: Coconut Cake = Birthday Cake Pour Moi. MORE »