Photo 22 Apr 45 notes You’ve finally perfected the one ingredient breakfast.

You’ve finally perfected the one ingredient breakfast.

Photo 21 Apr 73 notes It’s not technically a sugar overdose until you wake up in the Port Authority covered in crumbs and wearing a stolen bunny suit. Like last Easter.

It’s not technically a sugar overdose until you wake up in the Port Authority covered in crumbs and wearing a stolen bunny suit. Like last Easter.

Photo 18 Apr 152 notes Your tombstone will read, “A little raw egg never killed anyone.”

Your tombstone will read, “A little raw egg never killed anyone.”

Photo 16 Apr 110 notes You’re not confusing food with love; pie just deeply appreciates cuddling and your taste in romantic ballads.

You’re not confusing food with love; pie just deeply appreciates cuddling and your taste in romantic ballads.

Photo 15 Apr 102 notes You spend most nights crimping and fluting. Your mother is disappointed those aren’t euphemisms.

You spend most nights crimping and fluting. Your mother is disappointed those aren’t euphemisms.

Text 15 Apr 39 notes

Anonymous asked: OMG YAY ARE YOU FINALLY BACK?!!! I LOVE YOUUUUU

You never really left. You just spent the last seven months trapped under a pie plate avalanche.

As ever, you’re flattered, but your heart belongs to a flirty little bear claw who made eyes at you across a cafe while you inhaled an inferior croissant. 

Photo 14 Apr 106 notes Bread listed you as a dependent on its tax return.

Bread listed you as a dependent on its tax return.

Text 14 Apr 43 notes

flutterbybaking asked: This blog is literal perfection. All your own work?

You’d blush but it would melt the butter that’s somehow stuck to your cheeks. Yes, happily (and shamefully) this blog is just one person/baker/writer/lump.

This is you with sugar bigger than your head:

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This is you writing novels like the productive human being you are:

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If you click on this bit of text right here it takes you to your actual professional self, or, the person you pretend to be when you put on pants.

It’s also been a while since you’ve been here. You’re trying to remedy that by firing up the oven again. You may or may not have just cooked a dustbunny.

(The family matriarch passed away, a novel sold, and life just did what it does Mack Truck style.)

Photo 15 Oct 128 notes Fourteen scones and an elastic waistband later, your High Tea has reached a New Low.

Fourteen scones and an elastic waistband later, your High Tea has reached a New Low.

Photo 7 Oct 97 notes You believe that cake is for special occasions… like blinking.
(This cake collage is to celebrate… my book deal. Yes, I’ve managed to sell my novel to St. Martin’s Press. This is just a smattering of the cakes I’ve baked while working on it. Have a look at my process so far and what’s to come for The Book of Speculation over here. Thanks so much for laughing and ogling baked goods with me. -Erika)

You believe that cake is for special occasions… like blinking.

(This cake collage is to celebrate… my book deal. Yes, I’ve managed to sell my novel to St. Martin’s Press. This is just a smattering of the cakes I’ve baked while working on it. Have a look at my process so far and what’s to come for The Book of Speculation over here. Thanks so much for laughing and ogling baked goods with me. -Erika)

Photo 25 Sep 254 notes ieatbutter:

Despite this year’s “back cakes” containment ring strategy, you still managed to eat the entirety of your grandmother’s birthday cake. Again.

(A note from the baker: This was in fact the cake I made for my mother’s birthday last year. It was a Black Magic cake—her favorite since childhood. She passed away this weekend. I’ll be on hiatus for a bit. Thank you for your patience and kindness.  —Erika) 

ieatbutter:

Despite this year’s “back cakes” containment ring strategy, you still managed to eat the entirety of your grandmother’s birthday cake. Again.

(A note from the baker: This was in fact the cake I made for my mother’s birthday last year. It was a Black Magic cake—her favorite since childhood. She passed away this weekend. I’ll be on hiatus for a bit. Thank you for your patience and kindness.  —Erika


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