I have no new baking to report upon.
I just thought I'd post something new.
My mother, betrayer of betrayers, got a freaking Costco sheet cake for the night of a million zillion pilipinos. A Costco sheet cake! Oh my god!
So I put my mom's kitchenaid back in the corner, closed my battered copy of The Cake Bible, and ate See's Candies with my sister. While lounging on the chaise. With our little drop-kick dogs. While getting fanned by the servants.
On a happier note, my Uncle Karlin (technically my cousin's husband's father, but we like to shorten that to "uncle") brought his yummy Kahlua cake. I had second helpings of that. And several thousand toron. Toron is a sweetened plantian or a banana sliced the long way, wrapped in lumpia wrapper (which is like a very very thin eggroll wrapper, usually made of just cornstarch and water) and deep fried until golden brown and crispy. Dust with a titch of powdered sugar and drizzle a teeny bit of chocolate sauce and you have a freakin, freakin, good dessert.
And, yes, I did have a piece of the Costco cake, which was like "typical" cake--too too sweet, but not bad. I have to say I harbor a guilty liking for that horrible grocery store frosting--you know, the kind where it is sort of crispy on the outside yet fluffy on the inside and 100% sugary, and if you get a corner piece you usually shove all the extra frosting to the side. Well I am the one that reaches over to your plate and eats all the extra frosting. And promptly passes out from insulin shock.
Christmas dinner was great and we had over John and Rita; Rita is this awesome and funny Austrian woman who likes to bake, and she bakes european-like. Which means yummy genoise cakes (ie sponge cakes--but genoise sounds more eurotrash, no?) spiked with lots of liqueur. Hell yeah. She baked us a Buche de Noel (hope I'm spelling that right) and she even candied her own orange peels for the filling. That is a woman after my own heart.