Sometimes, I like to branch out and do something wild and crazy like bake something that doesn’t involve chocolate (Full disclosure: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a chocolate fiend. If I only baked for myself, it would be all chocolate all the time). Fortunately for my family and friends (and my health), I like to bake for the common good and a few weeks ago that resulted in these admittedly delicious Funfetti Sugar Cookie Bars by Lauren’s Latest. They basically consist of sugar, topped with sugar, and decorated with rainbow sugar.
For me, buttercream frosting is one of the little things that makes life worth living. Butter, sugar, cream, and vanilla extract combine to make something magical. It might sound ridiculous but this frosting is so tasty and so fun, and it really allows me to be creative in my baking endeavors. Although this recipe is for plain vanilla buttercream (incredible as is), there are infinite ways you can put your own special touch on this frosting. In the past I’ve flavored it with Oreos, Nutella, and peanut butter (photo below). You can also use flavored extracts to make it almost any other flavor you choose (some of my future plans include peppermint extract).
Another thing I love about this frosting is that it holds its shape really nicely, making it perfect for adventurous piping and decorating. You don’t even need to be a skilled baker to master this recipe, and once you do, just imagine all of the possibilities!
This cake, ohhhhh this cake. For me and this cake, it was love at first sight. Layers of rich chocolate cake, toasted marshmallow filling, and chocolate frosting. When I first came across the Brown Eyed Baker recipe on Pinterest, I actually day dreamed about it for a week. With the Jewish holidays coming up, I even had the perfect occasion to make it for. Then came the first bump in my relationship with this cake. Fellow bakers, maybe you have already learned this – never, ever tell people how much butter/cream/fattening deliciousness is in your desserts. I stupidly mentioned to my boyfriend that this cake involves six sticks of butter, and suddenly he was Mr. Healthy, telling me I absolutely could not bring this cake to his parents’ house for the holidays. So I set out on a mission to improvise/modify and cut down on the amount of butter.