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flaky mooncake

The Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival was last Monday.  It's sort of like the Chinese version of Thanksgiving -- a time for reflection, giving, and family.


I celebrated in my own way by reflecting a little on this blog of mine.

Sometimes, I click the"older posts" arrow on my blog a bunch of times until I get back to freshman year.



Sometimes, I have this urge to delete all of my old blog posts and start fresh, so I can have one of those pristine, consistent blogs like Smitten Kitchen or Martha Stewart.

I want to erase all of the times that 14-year-old me gave embarrassing Instagram "lifestyle" posts, the times my pictures were taken with a Pentax point-and-shoot, the times I listed "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" as an ingredient, the times my font size was all wonky and I tried to sound like the Barefoot Contessa (and failed).  
... but then there'd be nothing.  So I stop, and restrain myself from pressing delete.  

As tantalizing as the ide…

green tea frappucino bars

One of life's more important questions:

If you were a Disney princess which one would you want to be?


Sometimes I want to be Jasmine, running around the house in my glittery balloon pants (classy PJ pants), showing the sultan who's boss, and chilling with my awesome cat.

Other days I want to be Belle.  Telling that Gaston guy he's a jerk, being the nerdy Disney princess, and getting sung to and fed by dancing silverware.

Pocahontas is a compelling choice too.  Down with global warming and the evils of colonialism!  I'd get to talk to animals (and not in the loopy way that Snow White does), wear turquoise everything (my favorite), and paint with all the colors of the wind (that's a lot of colors).


The only thing I knew for sure was that I wouldn't want to be Sleeping Beauty (Aurora... but who remembers that girl's name?).  Hopefully I don't lose readers over this, but she was by far the lamest Disney Princess.  She just slept for a while and looked pr…

guest post: gluten free overnight swirly blueberry buns

Ok, quick update before getting into this delicious guest post by the beautiful and talented Thea of Baking Magique. Last time we talked, I was still off in California stargazing. Since then, I finished my research project on supernovae, went to Disneyland (!!) and visited my cousins in Honolulu.  Now I'm finally home, working at the restaurant, facing the ginormous mess in my closet, and oh yeah, baking like a mad woman (I've been away from my oven for over a month! Can't help it). 


Hello everyone!

I’m Thea and I am the writer of a gluten free baking blog called Baking Magique. I always get excited when I find another teen food blogger in the internet world. I can’t remember how I found Erica’s blog but  I was stuck immediately because of her personal posts and unique recipes. Even though most of Erica’s recipes aren’t gluten free I still get inspiration to use in my own gluten free baking experiments.




Some notes about the recipe: 1. It’s made with fresh yeast because that…

banana oatmeal nutella pancakes

Lately, I've been doing a lot of "in the larger scheme of things..." thinking.  Here at astronomy camp, we've been talking a lot about big things, like black holes, supernovae, and ominous things like "dark matter" and "dark energy."


Thinking "in the larger scheme of things" can make me feel small and insignificant.  I am smaller than a dustbunny of a dustbunny of a dustbunny in our solar system, which is one of many in the Milky Way Galaxy, which is one of billions of billions of galaxies in a universe that is constantly expanding.  We are living on the periphery of a very average galaxy, orbiting a very average star... puts my seething rage toward the dude who took my java chip frappuccino at Starbucks yesterday into perspective.

That's the thing...if I'm so incredibly small, do things really matter? 


The universe isn't going to care if I smiled at you on the Metro.  Space aliens will never find out if I replaced the toil…

protein pancakes

It has been almost two weeks since I've been on the Internet -- I'm going to tell you what I’ve been up to.
Not much. But then again, a whole lot.
I actuallywassomewhat busy -- just two Thursdays ago I took my Chinese final and went to prom (I'll save that story for another day).  Then, I just sort of dropped off the face of the Earth.  I worked part-time as a hostess at a cafe, did some reading (just finished Paper Towns by John Green), snapchatted, did some almond butter stress eating, and a whole lot of wandering.
Yesterday, I wandered down the street aimlessly, first into a CVS to buy a few pointless things like tanning oil and Icebreakers gum.  Then I talked to some of the volunteers collecting signatures outside the metro station for a good while aboutstring quartets and the weather.  Then, I wandered downtown and had Mediterranean style tacos with my mom at 3pm.  Leisurely summer livin' at its finest.
A few nights ago, I got into bed at 10:10 p.m.  Turned off the …

avocado chocolate chip pound cake

I'm currently studying for my U.S. History exam, and to be honest, it's a lot of mindless memorization.  The kind of memorization that makes my brain mushy and eyes dizzy.


The one thing that keeps the subject mildly interesting are the diary excerpts that sometimes show up in the DBQ section (document-based essay section).  I recently read an excerpt from a diary of a Lowell factory girl talking about how awful the other girls at the factory were, and how terrible the conditions were in the summer -- this humanized the dates and numbers behind the Industrial Revolution; suddenly, history got a lot more interesting.  It's literally reading someone else's diary, but in a socially acceptable way.


In this digital age, I'm not penning my thoughts with a quill on parchment, or even scribbling in a fancy-pants moleskine notebook.  But the thought of a diary fascinates me.


In a way, my diary is the Notes section on my iPhone. It's a lot less romantic than a diary, bu…

nutella and biscoff pocky sticks

I really like my job as a hostess because I get to see so many people in one day. Every shift, I probably see over a thousand people, and talk to all of them.


Yes, my job is technically just to say "good morning/afternoon," and simply jot down their name and number so I can call them when a table's ready.  I am supposed to show them to their tables, tell them about the brunch specials, and move on to the next party.

However, I approach it a bit differently.  I like to think that I give a little piece of myself away to every person I meet.


I'm the girl who talked to you about how weird bratwurst is.  You helped me pick up my fallen menus when it got windy, I thanked you.  Your kid kicked me in the shins, and I laughed it off.  A lady spilled her heart out to me as she waited for her table about her recent divorce.


Over winter break, I visited Providence with my mom.  We were exhausted, and decided to have dinner around five in a big empty restaurant.  I will never …

rainbow cake

So last week I gave you a little talk about real talk.  Basically, I don't want to be a confectioners-sugar-dusted-phoney.  That's why I've decided to get crazy with some real-life confessions on here.

Confessions. That's a scary word.

So here it goes, here's my first confession.

I like reading Craigslist Personal Ads.

Disclaimer: I would never ever ever in a million years even think about posting an ad on Craigslist (or answer one), but I like to read them.


Yes, some are creepy, some are weird (ex. "I enjoy theatrical-quality tomfoolery"...what), and some are downright fake.  But some are nice.  My favorites are in the "missed connections" forum.

This is where people leave messages hoping to find people they've crossed paths with.  There is something less sinister about this forum than the others, no creepy requests, no augmented biographies pleading for a date.  Instead, there's a sort-of-sad sad sincerity in these posts.


These people…