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orange cranberry pound cake

I've noticed that a hot shower feels 100x better than normal when I come inside after a cold and sweaty run, a bag of pretzel sticks tastes amazing when I'm ravenously hungry, and my bed is the most comfortable place in the world after a busy day.  

most popular recipes of 2013!

2013 is coming to a close -- and although I am knee-deep in studying for exams, fighting off my cinnamon bun cravings, and battling a nasty cold, I can't help but feel extremely grateful for all of you who visit my little corner of the internet.  

Cannella Vita wouldn't exist without you all.  If it wasn't for you, who would I rant to about the agony of baking a wonky batch of browniesinstagram inspired FOMO (fear of missing out), and the time I lacerated my thumb making lemon blueberry cake.  Yeah, without you, I have no one to over-share with, so thank you for being there. 


Without further ado, here are your five favorite recipes from 2013.

5)  Minion Cupcakes -- I'm so glad this made the listI just got the Despicable Me 2 DVD for Christmas and that movie totally changed my life (I personally identify with Agnes and her love of unicorns and bangs). 


4) Banana Nutella Eggrolls -- A banana smeared with Nutella is a very good thing.  A good thing is always made b…

brownie stuffed chocolate chip cookies

Look at these chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven. So innocent looking, right? There's nothing about these cookies that could possibly reinforce your trust issues.

They're chocolate chip cookies. They look so inviting and comforting sitting next to a tall glass of cold milk.  They're a little large and lumpy... but a homemade chocolate chip cookie is a homemade chocolate chip cookie. The largeness/lumpiness just enhances their whole "homemade" vibe.  Right? 


WRONG!  These seemingly innocent cookies were all large and lumpy because they were hiding a full on double-fudge brownie on the inside!  You sneaky cookie you!


Let me tell you how these stealthy cookies came about.  I was experimenting with a new brownie recipe, and I screwed up... they tasted pretty good but they were unbelievably skinny, and no one likes skinny brownies.


I was about to chuck messed up batch in the trashcan when I felt a bout of sympathy for those brownies.  It wasn't their fa…

nutella twists

"I realized this week that I just cannot do it all, so I will choose to do what I can, fabulously." 
-- Clinton Kelly 


In school, I've heard a lot of pep-talks.  From teachers, coaches, mentors, etc.  They all go along the lines of "work hard," "always do your best," "never give up."


I am a firm believer in all of these things, and I take pride in doing my best and really putting my heart into things that I care about.   However, I've realized is that no matter how hard I work, it is physically impossible to do it all.   And that's OK.


Moderation is a tough concept to grapple with, especially for a young person like me.  I want to learn things, I want to be able to do things, and I want to understand things.  And I'm impatient.

In Japanese, there's this word, tekitou.  In English, it translates to "halfhearted."  However, to me, the word means quite the opposite. "Halfhearted" has such a negative connotati…

fool-proof no-knead bread

Fall is a crazy wild ride.  There are a million-and-one things to do and  I used to wish that I could do all million-and-one things at once (or at least a nice hand-full of them).   I used to think that doing just one thing at any given moment was a luxury -- sometimes, even wasteful!  I would catch up with friends via text on my walk home from school.  I would study my Chinese vocabulary while doing my nails.  I once attempted to study for a physics test while making gooey Nutella butter cake (as you can imagine, that was a gooey, chocolatey mess).


Then I finally realized, after all of these years of trying to paint my toes, while listening to a book talk, while doing my math homework -- that multi-tasking sucks.   Here are my five reasons that multi-tasking sucks.

It's actually less efficient.  If I have my history reading open on one tab and my Pinterest tab open on the other, most likely I will find a killer pumpkin bread recipe and leave poor old Thomas Jefferson neglected. …

everyday vita: peanut butter jelly time!

IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!
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If you've been wondering why Cannella Vita is almost completely devoid of peanut butter recipes (but wayyyy overloaded with Nutella ones...) -- it's because peanut butter's not really my thing.  Nevertheless, I absolutely love spreading it.  I love making a smooth little squiggle in the peanut butter (am I the only one who does this?). 

There's something seriously therapeutic about spreading things on Wonder bread. 

PB&Js are as classic as you get.  They're absolutely perfect just the way they are and that's why they've basically been around since Columbus discovered America (that's not actually true, I have my first AP U.S. history test tomorrow and PB&J has been around for ages - so that's where my mind is at the moment).
Anyways, you know what we do with classics around here? Totally corrupt the…

minion cupcakes

I had a pretty great time in preschool.  I was born with a natural gift for making play-dough snowmen and I had these sick-nasty Digimon goggles that I wore every single day.


Despite the fact that I was clearly living it up,  I (like all preschoolers) had my fair share of worries.  Those "first-day jitters," the trauma of sharing at "Show-And-Tell" on Fridays, and the fear of being abandoned on the playground. 


To deal with all these little predicaments, my mom and I had a special daily ritual. 

Every morning before she dropped me off, she promised to come back to pick me up with a Twinkie.  Sure enough, every day I saw her cherry-red Toyota station wagon pull up to the preschool.  Sure enough, she always had a Twinkie. 

This little daily ritual made the traumas of preschool a little more manageable.   It also taught me that I am very easily motivated by food. 

Even now, my mom and I joke about our little "Twinkie" ritual whenever she drops me off somew…

bourbon peach crostata

I'm really sorry for disappearing for the past few weeks.  School started the Tuesday after Labor Day, and since then things have gotten truly insane.


There is so much hype about junior year.  It seems like when my classmates used to talk about The Bachelor and the scary new P.E. teacher, they now talk about AP classes and college apps.

All of this hype freaked me out a little bit.  My label-maker went into overdrive, I felt as though my life was scheduled down to the minute, I was constantly writing myself illegible notes on my phone,  I had calenders solely dedicated to keeping track of my other calenders. 


Then I took a step back.  I realized that while jamming my label-maker and staring down at my bi-weekly calender, I was missing a heck of a lot.   Things were just passing right by me.   The air started smelling like fall, Carly got a haircut, and I desperately needed a manicure... and I didn't even notice.  Missing out is a scary thing.  I realized that sometimes, I ne…

nutella cake

Have you heard about "The Smearing"? No, it's not some new horror movie.  I really don't like horror movies.  
I mean, in the most basic of horror movies (i.e. PSAs about avoiding your basement),  the characters are so asking for it.


If I were home alone and heard screeching/whispering/scratching/bubbling coming from my basement, the absolute last thing I would do is grab a flashlight and "investigate."  I mean why would I do that when I could just stay above ground level with Pinterest and a big mug of Bohemian Raspberry tea? What's even worse is when they ask: "anyone there?" I mean, do you really want to know the answer to that question?  Moral of the story, avoid unnecessary confrontation.  Don't check noises in your basement. 


Now back on topic -- if it's not a new horror movie, what is "The Smearing"
"The Smearing" was a campaign run a long time ago by the Ferrero company in Italy, where kids could bring a slice …

blueberry scones

By now, you guys are probably getting sick of "sights and bites," and are hungry for a real, meaty recipe post. Am I right?
Well here you go.

After being away from my kitchen for over a month, I went absolutely cray when I got home.I really should have been unpacking, but you know what I did instead?  Whipped up a batch of this granola,a green smoothie, and these scones.  Oops. #noselfcontrol.  

Those of you who follow me on Pinterest know that scones have been on my radar recently (even created a new scone-themed board).  Now that I've dove headfirst into the world of scone-ery (?), I've learned that there are two types of scones, British scones and American scones.
The British are world-famous for their scones (pronounced "scon," if you want to be authentic).  British scones are plain and simple (none of these crazy blueberry shenanigans going on across the pond...), and always served with tea.  They're hot, crumbly, melt-in-your-mouth, and barely sw…

naan pizzas

It wouldn't be summer if I wasn't wiping noses and playing Bop It alone in a dark room.  (click on the link for a description of Bop It a.k.a the greatest game in the universe).


Wait, what?! You all probably expected me to say something more glamorous like "putting on tanning oil and playing volleyball in Aruba." Nope, not me.


I've been working at the same summer camp for the past six summers.  Every year by week three, I ask myself why in the world I come back every year to clean up "accidents" and listen to "Down By the Bay" for the millionth time.  But nevertheless,   I find myself back at camp every June -- with a box of Clorox wipes and an open mind.  I wouldn't have it any other way.


If there's one thing that playing with kids as a job has taught me, it is the importance of being able to roll with the punches.  I never know when a game of duck duck goose will turn into a WWA showdown.  I've learned that it can be an emotio…