Project PastryAd Part 1 – (more) Cupcakes

I was in such a baking zone yesterday that I also tried a second cupcake recipe. Here’s the result:

Rich Vanilla Cupcakes with Chocolate Ganache frosting

Preheat oven to 180˚C. Cream together 125 ml softened butter with 1 cup sugar (regular sugar is fine but caster sugar gives a very nice texture). Add 1 egg and 2 egg yolks (you don’t need to keep the egg whites for the recipe, you only use the extra yolks) and 7.5 ml vanilla essence. Whisk together until light and fluffy.

Butter & Sugar

Add egg, egg yolks and vanilla essence

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Project Pastry Part 1 – Cupcakes

As you may know, I’ve started a little baking project with the dual purpose of improving my baking skills while also keeping me busy and moderately sane. While I have grandiose notions to tackle more delicate and tricky pastries such as croissants from scratch, due to time restraints this week I started with something simpler. Cupcakes. I made two batches, one batch of Red Velvet Cupcakes with decadent cream cheese frosting and one back of a delicious, rich vanilla cupcake with a gorgeous chocolate ganache topping. I also made a ganache/cream cheese frosting combination which came out beautifully.

It starts

Let the baking begin

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Project Pastry (and other assorted goods)

My recent reinstatement into the ranks of the unemployed has necessitated that I find something to keep myself busy with. Yes, job-hunting does take up time. But there are only so many vacancies one can apply for. Tonight, I baked some good for granddad’s 85th birthday tomorrow. My favourite chocolate cake recipe came out perfectly (will put up the recipe, if anyone’s interested).  Naturally, after watching too much Cake Boss, Next Great Baker and also Julie&Julia one to many times, my mind came up with the idea of attempting to extend my culinary skills as far as baked goods go. Continue reading


I have no reluctance to say that I was a bright child. I also believe that I was incredibly insightful at a very young age. I’m not sure when that bit got lost. Possibly around the time the breasts appeared. And the accompanying hormones. Who knows. But I do often remember a thought I had quite early on, at the age of maybe 7 or 8, which now seems to have been exceptionally brilliant and understanding for that age. I remember thinking that I should keep a journal or write a book, but not of frivolous daily activities. Rather, an account of the joy found in simple things so that in future, I can be reminded what had made me happy.  Continue reading