Ginger Molasses Cupcakes

What do you do on a rainy Sunday evening when all the showings of The Hunger Games are sold out? Make ginger cupcakes with brown sugar cream cheese frosting.

Ginger Cupcake

Adapted from Martha Stuart’s Ginger and Molasses Cupcakes

Cupcakes
3 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp baking soda
2 tsp salt
1 cup dark brown sugar, packed
2/3 cup unsulfured molasses
2 large eggs
1 cup (2 sticks) melted butter
1/3 cup hot milk
6 oz fresh ginger, peeled and minced

Mince the ginger. A husband who’s handy with a knife is a plus.

Mincing the ginger.

Whisk together flour, baking soda, and salt.

In another bowl, whisk together sugar, molasses and eggs until smooth. Whisk in melted butter and the hot milk. Add a generous splash of spiced rum if you’d like. Stir in flour mixture until just incorporated, then stir in the ginger.

Adding the ginger

Bake at 350 until a toothpick in the center comes out clean, about 20 minutes.

The Frosting
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, room temperature
8 oz cream cheese, room temperature
1 cup brown sugar, packed
1 tsp cardamom
1 tbs spiced rum

Whip together butter, cream cheese, and sugar in a mixing bowl. Stir in cardamom and rum until just mixed, then whip until lightened in color, about 5 minutes.

Combine frosting and cupcakes. Enjoy.

“Gold Dust”

Spring coming, and with it the flood tides and the ebb tides and all manner of change.  This is my time of year, the time when the trees become a riot of blossoms and the flowers start to emerge from the earth and everything – everything – seems possible.

1.  I don’t believe in God or Fate, but I do think that the universe has a way of putting what we need in our path when we need it.   Continue reading ““Gold Dust””

“Margaritaville”

Things accomplished during my vacation (in no particular order):

  • finished the latest rewrite of my novel, drafted a query letter, and began searching for potential agents
  • drafted 2/3 of the plot for my next novel
  • Green nail polishpainted my toenails light green, in honor of springtime
  • cleaned the bathroom
  • managed to feed myself for an entire week without resorting to take-out
  • gave a lecture at NYU to a group of law students working with Iraqi refugees
  • resumed working on a short story that I began over the summer but never finished
  • began the process of finding a writer’s group
  • did yoga, several times in class and once on my own
  • stayed up late to finish a book
  • embarrassed my husband by sending him flowers at work, which were delivered live on CNN

Which is to say, it was a pretty kick-ass vacation.

 

“Snowflake”

1.  I have fallen completely, utterly in love with the new Kate Bush album, 50 Words for Snow.  Late to the ball on this one, I know, but I thought it was a Christmas album, and I refuse to even go near those.  However, after finding the album on Spotify I thought I’d give it a listen (especially since none of the titles of the tracks seemed Christmasy).  It blew my mind.  I finished most of the last 100 pages of Persephone with it playing in the background.

2.  Somewhere around the third draft of Persephone, I realized that I needed to rethink the whole plot thing.  By which I meant that in order to do the rewrite I had to sit down and plot out the whole novel, and then go back through what I’d written and refit it into the plot.   Figuring out what happened in the damn book was probably responsible for about 1 year of the rewrite.  (The other three I blame on law school.)  This last draft only took 8 months, and would have been even shorter if I’d started making myself wake up early and write every day back in August.

3.  I’ve had a new novel in my head for a month or so now, waiting patiently for me to plot it out.  Which, quite frankly, I’ve been dreading.  Part of what I love so much about writing is finding out what happens next.  I’ve always been afraid that if I stopped to plot it out, the magic would disappear, that I wouldn’t want to write a story if I already knew the ending.

I couldn’t have been farther from the truth.  Over the past few days, I’ve plotted the basic outline of the new novel.  I still need to sketch in the scenes, but I know where it starts, I know the crisis points and the resolutions, and I know how it ends.  And now that the skeleton is there, I’m even more excited to write it.  It’s oddly reminiscent of the moment I discovered the absolute freedom of poetic forms.

4.  I baked cupcakes earlier this week, and send a batch to Kat Howard.  Judging from her response, I think she liked them!  Recipe (which I created my very own self) after the break.

@KatWithSword  You guys. You guys! @thegirlhaswings SENT ME CUPCAKES. KEY LIME CUPCAKES. THAT SHE BAKED HERSELF. I am the Happiest of Kats.

Key Lime Cupcakes for Kat

Continue reading ““Snowflake””

“if you believe in fairies”

Found this while I as I was procrastinating by going through my writing folder instead of editing the novel like I should be, and thought it worth putting up.

Peter at 32

2 am – the after
after party – and he’s down
in the Village
with a smile
and a corporate expense account, still dressed
in standard office-wear:
trousers and a Eurotrash
button-down;

“Darling!”
he says
to a girl in a
mini-skirt, air kisses
above
her cheeks, putting
a hand on her ass
and guiding her out to
a cab.  He blanks on the directions to his loft
a moment – third
street to the left? – but the cabbie
has a GPS on the dash.

She will leave before
he wakes up,
and he, head pounding, will lie
back against the pillows
and clap.