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Monthly Archives: April 2012

berry berry happiness

following our visit to the Little Italy Mercato, I asked my best friend Ivy, a talented and resourceful pastry chef to recreate the fabulous cupcakes that she had baked last year for my bridal shower, and she so gracefully did so…  these cupcakes are every bite the perfect concoction for my taste buds, buttery but airy, sweet but a touch tangy, all whipped up to a delightful beauty.  Enjoy!


Berry Shortcake Cupcakes

2/3 cup whole milk
1 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
4 large eggs
1 1/3 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon pure almond extract
Make the cupcakes.  Position a rack in the middle of the oven.  Preheat the oven to 350 F.  Line 12 extra-large muffin tin cups with large paper liners.  Spray the paper liners with nonstick cooking spray.

Heat the milk in a medium saucepan over low heat just until it is hot; it should measure about 150 F on a thermometer.  Remove from the heat.

Sift the flour, baking powder, and salt into a medium bowl and set aside.  In a large bowl, using an electric mixer on medium speed, beat the eggs and sugar until thickened and lightened to a cream color, about 3 minutes.  Stop the mixer and scrape the sides of the bowl as needed during mixing.  Mix in the vanilla and almond extracts.  On low speed, mix in the flour mixture until it is incorporated.  Slowly add the hot milk and continue mixing for about 30 seconds, until the batter is smooth, the batter will be thin.

Fill each paper liner with a scant 1/2 cup of batter, to about 5/8 inch below the top of the liner.  Bake just until the tops feel firm and a toothpick comes out clean.

{proud to be} grown-up girly

i had many boyish phases, one that lasted all through pre-adolescent years, worried my mother plenty, and broke multiple jade bracelets she gave me.  the discovery of a feminine preference in fashion didn’t appear until my mid 20s, when my myriad insecurities subsided.  a full-on embrace of girly colors and silhouettes surfaced in my closet, with a few of those items in this post:
vintage cashmere sweater, Anthropologie skirt, Club Monaco bracelets, H&M belt, Aldo boots, DKNY satchel.

leaving you a weekend poem by Sonia Sanchez


forgive me if i laugh
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.

the rain exploding
in the air is love
the grass excreting her
green wax is love
and stones remembering
past steps is love,
but you. you are too young
for love
and i too old.

once. what does it matter
when or who, i knew
of love.
i fixed my body
under his and went
to sleep in love
all trace of me
was wiped away
forgive me if i smile
young heiress of a naked dream
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.

happy {in spring colors}

Strolling along San Diego’s Little Italy Mercato puts me in such a happy disposition, all those colors, tastes, scents, and sounds; and being happy always inspires me to put together a cute outfit: handmade basket (bought from market vendor), Club Monaco scarf, Zara top, Ray Ban sunnies, Madewell skirt, and Aldo boots

{in} spring colors: little italy farmers market

One of life pleasures that I really miss living in the desert is a proper farmer’s market, the kind that inspires all of us to love food, really love it, love it from the moment it grows out of the ground to the moment it ends up in our bellies; the kind of farmer’s market that communicates the tenderness and commitment from the grower to the cook to the eater.
Little Italy Farmer’s Market in San Diego is this kind of market for me.  On a spring Saturday morning, I can think of fewer joys than to take a stroll here.  All your senses are satisfied, the sumptuous colors for your eyes, the saccharine smell of fresh baked goods, the quickened chatter of happy people, the myriad touch of handmade crafts, and of course the samples, the samples that begin to fire up the engine of your imagination.  Food gets us to dream, the kind of universal dream that communicates not with language, but with instinct and taste.  The best kind of dream.


royal ballad

Amidst the passionate spring showers that visited the West Coast this past Friday, I’m daydreaming of colors, especially this royal blue shade.  It’s the kind of shade that has the power to change a mood, a feeling, perhaps even a storm…

 Sylk blouse, Steve Madden wedges, ASOS clutch, Banana Republic jewelry, and Bebe shorts