Girly - {Maraschino Cherry Lamingtons}

I briefly considered opening this post with a paragraph-long deprecation of Valentine's Day, but I did something along those lines last year, so why do it again? Instead, this year, I'm going to talk about what I do like about this ingeniously marketed holiday.I'm sure it's rather straightforward and plain considering my interests and my gender. But not too simple; of course I like flowers and

Ritual - {Cranberry and Orange Pop-Tarts}

It took effort to get there, but I loved sitting at the counter as a kid. Accessible only by way of barstool, I would carefully pull myself up onto the swiveling seat and pivot my weight on a centered and bent knee before triumphantly collapsing into the throne. It was from there that I would watch the goings on of the kitchen, do my homework and, of course, eat. Upon waking up on weekdays, I

Discover - {Pear, Almond and Coconut Flognarde}

Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that in addition to Twitter, Whisk Kid now has a Facebook page. I hope you're liking the new look! ____________________________________Strengthened by a thick veil of interlaced grape vines, a near-living fence divides my family's property into unequal portions of living space and work space. Formerly owned by my grandparents, the front half held their

Settle - {Caramel Apple Mousse Cake with Caramel Corn}

Illuminated by streetlights and passing cars, the cracks dividing the white surface of my bedroom wall are easily visible. The peaks and valleys cut paths through the drywall, differentiated by shades of grey and marked deeply down to uneven floorboards. Stubborn and crooked in their tracks, the large windows at my bedside breathe cool night air over my rustled covers and rattle their panes at

Change - {Apple Pie}

Straining to hold loosened flip flops to my frigid souls, the chilled toes beneath me are working overtime to combat the effects of the weather. Peachy tones have long-since camouflaged themselves in white, left unable to escape the daggers of the bitter wind over my skin. It's hard not to wear sandals on a day like today. It certainly looked like summer outside my windows this morning.I feel

Shades - {Apple Butter Macarons}

I have a pair of really, really, really cheap silver-rimmed, mirrored aviators.I wear this pair of really, really, really cheap silver-rimmed, mirrored aviators almost everyday. Hey - stop looking at me like that.I know they have a bit of stigma associated with them. I know that they seem kind of off-putting. I know that talking to me while I'm wearing them makes it difficult to focus on what

Goal - {Lime Curd Tart}

When you were in your early years of school, were you forced to come up with goals for yourself? To sit through lectures that focused on goals and their importance to your success? I certainly was, and I remember hearing the preaching and being incredibly confused. What kind of goal could I have? my younger self would think, baffled by the concept of setting lifetime objectives before recess.

Make - {Raspberry Ice Cream}

Although storage is not necessarily an issue thus far, traces of the move still linger in the apartment. Homeless objects are scattered here and there, longing for purpose and dignification but residing, for now, in impractical places. Printers are not often found at the foot of a bed, under a microwave and next to an old fashioned heater, but hey � it fits. Headbands. A passport. Packs of

On - {Chocolate Cherry Swirl Cupcakes with Cherry Italian Meringue Buttercream}

"No! Not like that! Stop!" Petite, talkative and girly in every way, Ms. L holds a pristine spiral bound notebook over her crossed legs while passively overseeing my session. We've been talking for some time now, but our conversation has nothing to do with the road before us. In fact, to be completely honest, I can remember discussing little more than the difficulty we were having

Swim - {Cranberry and Orange Bread}

It's four in the morning and I'm floating on my back, surrounded, and unable to hear a thing. Water can do that to you.Some hours before, shivering under the unwelcome caress of a cool night on my exposed shoulders, I have a smile on my face. Bobbing in the water with my friends, I entwine my arms across my chest and fight the uncontrollable chatter of my teeth, watching canon balls and jumps

Year One - {Blueberry Boy Bait}

Whisk Kid turns one today!It's been a fun year for me, and I certainly hope that you've enjoyed it, too! I know my blog isn't hugely popular, but I still can't believe the great opportunities it's brought me or the readership I have. I'm stunned, really. Thank you so much!You would think that after a year I'd have everything all set here on the blog, but I don't. To be completely honest, I'm

Twist - {Mixed Berry Swiss Roll}

Laying like this does a job on my back, but this is still the most comfortable that I've felt in awhile. Work's done. The week's done. It's Saturday morning and I don't have any plans. Nothing to do but lay here. Sweet.Having an open schedule is so liberating. I love being able to look at a clock and find nothing more than meaningless in the numbers on the display. Those days where you sit

Heat - {Strawberry Ice Cream Sandwiches}

Some people complain about the heat. They crank up the air conditioning, hide inside and brood in the dark about the overbearing sun. They grimace at the thought of venturing out in the afternoon and do little but sip chilled drinks and shudder as they religiously check the weather report for signs of relief.But then there are people like me; the strange few that embrace the warmth. The ones

Bright - {Strawberry Pistachio Rolls}

I've started "tweeting." I think. Is that the right thing to say? Anyway, follow me if you want to watch me make a fool out of myself as I navigate the strange new world of Twitter! Just be careful... I walk into walls. Wow, I am just so darn original!----------------------------------C ducks under the brim of his cap and lets out a loud sigh. As he confidently falls to wrap his arms

Buzz - {Meringue Cupcakes with Raspberry Curd}

I don't remember having a "blanky," a "binky," a "dolly," or any number of "fill-in-the-blank-y"s growing up. Sure, I had my stuffed animals, but I never needed them to fall asleep at night. All I really wanted was a goodnight kiss, an open door and the assurance that the Slime Monster (Ghostwriter, anyone?) didn't exist. After my parents left for their room, it was up to me to make sure that

Remember - {Strawberry Rhubarb Pie}

I don't remember much about her, I think solemnly as I gently tousle the impressive leaves clouding my sight. My palms are buried deep in my sleeves as I search, crouched low to the ground and tossing my hair occasionally to sweep aside my growing bangs to simplify the hunt. Ruby red or bright green; thick or thin; I'm presented with a plethora of choices. But which would she pick?I remember

My Fantastic Experience on "The Martha Stewart Show" - {Strawberry Buttercream Bread}

Wandering through the city these past two days has been so fun! Mom and I didn't have any concrete plans (I'm weird about traveling. I just kind of go... Got that from Dad!), so we got a map and started circling things as we went. And I say "went," I mean WENT! Mom and I went allllllll over Manhattan. Not in a very organized manner, either. But it was so fun! Some highlights:Times Square

Me? On the Martha Stewart Show? - {Chocolate, Mango and Coconut Cream Cake}

Over a red sky, the sun sets paints the cars ahead of me as muted silhouettes. The median's green trimmed grass has lost its brightness in comparison to its pavement cell walls, and the tall untamed trees beyond the shoulders have darkened under the pressure of brilliantly illuminated jet streams. Across the way, cars and trucks speed eastward, away from the sun, discernible only by pairs of

Nineteen - {Lemon Chiffon Cake}

It's just after 8, and I'm failing to drift back to sleep. Sheltered from the morning chill outside, it's warm under my blankets. My pajamas comfortably enslave my limbs, but my mind aches to break free from the confines of my comforter. Under the sun's warm and welcoming glow through my window, I struggle to coerce my eyes back into a state of unconscious repose.But I fail.It's been like this

Myth - {Blueberry Pie}

Gingerly lacing my fingers through straps and gently grazing sleeves, my efforts allow aging hangers to slide from left to right over their track in the closet. Not without a bit of coercion however, as the winter months have not been kind to the strain placed on the metal bar. Packed to capacity - and then some - spring and summer clothing bulges this way and that, slipping from a hanger here