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We are in the midst of frantic holiday gift buying season and I know that many of you (me included) are feeling the pressure. Navigating gifts for someone in an industry you don't know much about can be difficult, so in my humble attempt to ease some of your holiday stress, I am here to offer some guidance! If you have a cake or cookie decorator in your life–be it a beginner or a pro–here is a list of gifts that I know they’d love (and use!)
The holidays look a little different this year and I am not used to doing all of my holidays shopping online. I started gift shopping sooooo much earlier than I usually do to account for the delivery times (and the possible delays due to Covid-19). Hence why this blog post is up in mid November!! I am also actively trying to buy more from small businesses this year to help support them through these rough times, and I encourage you all to do the same! Small businesses are the backbone of our economy and their products are crafted with so much love and care. I love shopping from small businesses because I know that I am supporting someone's dream when I do. Many of the items I've listed below are from small businesses that I personally love. Let's dive right in. For the Beginner: For beginners, I generally suggest offering them more of the basics to get them started! The tools you use make a big difference in the quality of work you produce, so here are some basics that make great gifts for a budding cake or cookie decorator.
For the Pro: Great gifts for the person in your life that's either already a professional, or is on the road to becoming one!
For Both! Some special gift ideas that both pros and beginners alike will appreciate. Have fun with these ones! Try to make them personal!
I hope that this gift guide was even slightly helpful for anyone out there! I promise that any one of these products will make that cake or cookie lover in your life very happy. And I hope you were able to show some of these small businesses some well-deserved lovin'. Happy Holidays everyone! Stay warm, wear a mask, tell people you love them, and I'll see you all in the New Year. ❤️ Lexi *this post is not sponsored
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 colour wheel Before I get into the nitty gritty details of cake decorating, I want to state a quick disclaimer: I’m still learning! I’m improving every single day and I always will be. However, I have picked up a lot of little tips and tricks over the years from my experiences in culinary school, while working, and honestly, because of a lot of failure. Here in this blog post I have compiled all of the things I wish I knew when I was just starting out: Baking Tips:
As a bonus, I have included a few cookie tips too! Cookie Tips:
I hope that these tips are able to help you out if you're just diving into the world of cake decorating and don't know where to start. The best tip I can give anyone is just to practice. Do it over and over again and you'll slowly start to feel yourself improve. Cake decorating is not typically a hobby that offers immediate gratification. The first cake you ever make won't be good, but you should be proud of it anyway. If you use any of these tips, tag me on Instagram! I'd love to see your creations!  by @monyeeart on Instagram When the Covid-19 outbreak was just beginning to spread in New York, it was mid March. Slowly, over several weeks, I remember watching anti-Asian rhetoric emerge. I remember reading articles about attacks, watching videos of old Asian men and women getting harassed, shooting/murder threats, and outward discrimination.
It crept up on me slowly, but I recall the fear I felt every time I saw a new headline about an Asian person getting hurt. Eventually, some of my Asian friends, and even myself, had experienced some sort of coronavirus-linked harassment. I confided in my close friends, explaining to them that I felt genuinely uneasy going outside. I only felt comfortable leaving the apartment if my roommate came with me. It felt like everyone was watching me, assuming I had coronavirus, that I was from China, and that I was the reason this pandemic was happening to them–the reason they had lost their jobs, their loved ones, and their freedom. It felt like everyone was out to get me–to punish me for what I did to them. It was this experience that finally, finally, helped me understand just a minuscule bit what it’s like to be a black person in America. And I can say now that I wouldn’t wish that shit on anyone. What I’ve experienced in the last few months is nothing compared to what black people have been facing for decades, every day of their entire lives. I was scared that people would hurt me because of their assumption of me, however, this assumption of me is not something that has been ingrained in the culture, rhetoric, and history of America. This assumption of me is something that has emerged due to this virus, and it is something that will eventually begin to fade as the virus begins to fade. The same cannot be said about being black. My mom has never had to sit me down and train me on what to say if a cop ever pulled me over. I have never feared for my life when a cop was present. I have never once been hesitant to call the cops when I felt like I was in danger for fear that their presence would just put me in more danger. These are things I’ve had the privilege of growing up never thinking about, and will continue to never have to think about. I have been taught that if I acted right and within the confines of the law that I would never have to worry about law enforcement. Hell, we’ve all broken the law, either by jumping a turnstile or smoking some weed, and yet black people have been killed for simply existing. I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t been a good ally my whole life. I grew up in two places that didn’t educate me on racial inequality further than telling me “just don’t be racist.” It’s hard and humiliating to admit, but while I have never been a racist person, I have also never been antiracist. I am guilty of diminishing the severity of the black experience and even, at times, saying problematic things because I didn't understand why they were problematic. But I'm going to change. It’s people like me that need to look at the situation that’s happening in the US right now and really, really, reflect. This means going deeper than just acknowledging that what happened to George Floyd was horribly wrong. Force yourself into that uncomfortable moment of self-reflection where you realize and vow to change the problematic things you’ve done in your own life, regardless of if the intentions behind them were not negative. Ask yourself, "Maybe I'm not a racist person, but have I exactly been helping?" White and non black POC need to really think about their upbringing, their role and place in society, and their privileges, and then after that, be more aware of themselves, their actions, and their potential impact. George Floyd shouldn’t have had to die for there to be an uprising of this scale, but now that there is one, let’s do what we can to ensure he receives the justice he deserves. I hope, for the sake of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, the countless other victims, and every other black person in America, that these protests and the actions taken over the next few weeks are what shakes American culture and society to its core. I hope that from this wreckage and tragedy, real change can be incited, and America can start finally changing for the better. RESOURCES TO SUPPORT THE MOVEMENT: bit.ly/BlackLivesAction (Always do research before donating!!)   I have evenly become obsessed with a phenomenon introduced to me last night. Aphantasia. Ever heard of it?
Neither had I. Last night I was scrolling along Instagram, as we all do, when I came across a post that demanded action. The post told me to imagine an apple. There were no confines to what I could imagine, just to conjure up the image of an apple. The post then confronted me with the image above, and asked me which ‘apple’ I saw in my brain. I saw #5. Maybe #4 if I tried really, really hard, but mostly #5. The post then continued to define something called aphantasia: “a condition where one does not possess a functioning mind’s eye and cannot voluntarily visualize imagery.” To say that this was an earth shattering revelation is an understatement. I read more about it, watched some videos, and discussed this phenomenon in depth with my roommate 'til around 2am. Was I really an anomaly? There was another test online I stumbled upon. It told me to imagine a ball on a table. Then it told me to imagine a person coming over and pushing the ball off of the table. It then confronted me with several questions:
I asked Jess, my roommate, to try this exercise. Then I asked her the questions. She answered them without hesitation-the ball was blue. It was about the size of the baseball. A boy with black hair pushed the ball, and the table was our dining table, wooden and rectangular. When I tried this exercise myself, I was only able to answer these questions after they were asked and I had to then decide on my answers. I decided to make the ball red arbitrarily, and then eh, why not make the person pushing the ball a girl? My entire life I have struggled with certain things and just assumed everyone in the world struggled the same way! After thinking about it incessantly for 24 hours now, I’ve kind of figured out how to articulate what it’s like to be inside my brain. My brain functions like a search engine. I obviously still have memories, I can still recall what things look like, but they are all based off of concrete facts that I have learned. For example, I know what an apple looks like because I’ve been exposed to apples, in real life and in photos, my whole life. So when I’m told to imagine an apple I can do so by referring to the facts I know about apples. I know an apple is (typically) red, I know it has a stem and a leaf, I know its general shape and its general size. So yes, I can draw an apple from memory. But I cannot see the apple in my mind. Hypothetically, if I forgot that apples had leaves, my “mental image” of an apple also wouldn’t have a leaf. If you told me to picture an apple, then told me to change the colour of it, add a leaf, add some bruises, change the background, put the apple on a tree or my hand, I cannot do that. My brain doesn’t play out like a movie. All I see is darkness. My mental images are all pulled 100% from my memories. Another example is that when I read descriptions in a story I don’t build the scene in my head. When my brain sees a description, for example: “The room was large and oval shaped. Sunlight poured in through the open window to my left onto the ornate Persian rug draped on the floor. In front of me sits a mahogany desk with a portrait of a man hanging on the wall behind it, and a crystal chandelier suspends above my head.” Can you see the room built in your head? Can you mentally place yourself in this room and “walk around”? I can’t. However, it doesn’t mean I can’t write descriptively. I wrote that phrase above! Evidently I’m capable of placing myself in a scene I just can’t picture the room as a coherent space. I see a chandelier, a window, a rug, a desk, but all independently. They aren’t placed in relation to the other things, they just exist as simultaneously thoughts in my head. And when I say I “see” a chandelier, I mean that I can see a fuzzy sketch of a generic chandelier, or even in some situations, just the word “chandelier.” Anyway, what does this mean for me as someone working in a creative field? All of you in the creative field must be wondering, how the hell do you manifest cake designs without being able to build the cake in your head? Are you literally winging it all the time? Well since I’ve never been able to do that, I’ve had to adapt without even knowing I was adapting. My cake design process is based heavily on reference images, sketching, inspiration photos, tried-and-true pattern and colour combinations, and experimentation. Until a texture or colour combination is literally in front of me, I have a very hard time visualizing if it will be a cohesive design. As a result, I’m assuming a cake design takes me longer than someone who doesn’t have aphantasia. It also explains a lot of my biggest creative cake challenges. I distinctly remember one cake that made me so frustrated–scream and pull out my hair frustrated. I had decided to wrap a band around the bottom of the top tier, but I couldn’t decide what colour and width I wanted to make it. I spent hours taking photos of the cake and sketching over them, looking at colour swatches, painting little off-cuts of fondant and holding them up, and asking people for opinions. It took me days to finally come to a decision, and I still second guessed it. It was this cake right here: I still look back at this cake with disdain because it challenged me so much creatively, but now there is a little bit of an explanation for why. I couldn’t mentally switch out the band colour and width, I had to do it in the physical realm in order to fully understand how it'd translate on the cake. Initially, this realization shook my idea of self a little bit despite my best efforts to not let it. Every article I’ve read about it says it’s not a disorder, that it does not mean I am disadvantaged. But I couldn't help but feel like I was missing a cognitive function. And yes I’ve adapted to it and I have been pretty successful in my creative endeavours, but I can’t help but imagine how much easier and more creative I could be given I didn’t have aphantasia. This isn't the right way to think about it though. This thing–this aphantasia–doesn't define me or my abilities at all. If anything, finding out about this has made me feel more in control of myself and the way I learn. Now I know that if I'm not grasping something right away, it isn't because I am dumber or less talented, it just means I have to find an alternative way of understanding the concept–my own way. I am SO intrigued by this phenomenon and I want to continue to research it and ask all of you guys about it. Do you think you have aphantasia? If you do, how do you feel about it? Did you know? If you don’t have it, were you aware of it? Did you think everyone had the ability to form mental images? I’m so curious and I’d love to know everyone’s thoughts on the topic. Leave a comment, DM me on Instagram, reach out! Let’s talk about it. PS. Watch this video! It explains aphantasia really well and it's how I discovered I had it.  Hojicha Tea Leaves in Milk Sometimes I get these uncontrollable bursts of inspiration and ambition. Yesterday was the most tiring day I’ve had in a long time… It was a combination of not resting over the weekend and having a full day of classes that just resulted in me feeling absolutely drained the whole day. There were also the typical issues with my commute, like the subway stopping and me having to run to class, the bus leaving without me as I sped up to catch it, and getting a blister on my heels from my shoes. So you know, a pretty standard New York day. I got home, wet from the rain, ready to crawl into bed and melt away. I spent a few minutes lying on the carpet in the living room just because the sheer idea of moving was too much. My amazing roommate had cooked me dinner, so she finally coaxed me up to eat, we turned on Terrace House, and caught up with each other about our days. Recently, life’s been a little bit crazy and I’ve been a little more anxious than usual. When I was younger, as cliché as it sounds, baking was the thing I craved doing when I was feeling stressed. When I chose to pursue pastry as a career, I made a promise to myself. I told myself that if there ever came a moment where baking at home didn't relieve my anxiety, that I needed to step away from work. Baking at home acts almost as a test for me to make sure I'm still in love with what I do. It can be stressful and hard and horrible while I'm working, but the second I'm experimenting at home or doing it for fun, I need to be loving every second of it. It had been a few months since I had baked to de-stress and I was starting to get worried. This is what I love... right? So when I suddenly had the urge, in the middle of yet another consecutive episode of Terrace House, to make cream puffs, I jumped–leaped at it. More specifically, I really wanted to make hojicha craquelin cream puffs, a flavour I had never even experimented with before. If you are unfamiliar with hojicha, it is a roasted green tea. The roasting of the green tea leaves adds a nuttier flavour to the tea, and it’s delicious as both a tea and as a flavour in desserts. I chose to incorporate hojicha by infusing the milk in a pastry cream recipe with a fuck ton of hojicha tea leaves–like perhaps an excessive amount of hojicha leaves. I heated the milk and the tea leaves to a boil, then turned off the heat, covered the pot, and let the tea steep for 10 minutes. I was incredibly committed to getting as much of that hojicha flavour into this pastry cream! I have always struggled with the intensity of my flavours in the past. Most of the things I've made I've craved a stronger flavour. I'm proud to say that the second you bite into these bad boys you get sucker-punched by that delicious hojicha flavour. I am so happy with the end result! And I'm so glad that I decided to make these because even after a crazy, tiring day, I felt so exhausted but also so much better after making these. I have proven to myself, yet again, that yeah, I'm doing the right thing... I'm in the right industry. And here they are! Look at these beauties! My Hojicha Craquelin Cream Puffs.
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