PaMaDoCoBloNaBloPoMoMo 2008, Day 6: Ezra Pound Cake is exactly what I hoped it would be but thought it wouldn't be!

Belgianwaffle is chugging right along with its chronicle of every place the author's ever lived, but it's still not a food blog. And despite my earlier promise, my lunches have remained steadily pathetic. Guess not everything needs to change in one week, right? Still, I'm feeling like some more inspired meals may be in my future, because today I successfully stumbled upon an actual food blog in my perusing of NaBloPoMo's "E"-name blogs, one that I clicked on with the assumption that I was about to be disappointed, once again, by a site cleverly but irrelevantly named. Ezra Pound Cake, I am thrilled that you proved me wrong.

And thank goodness, because it'd be a shame to waste that name on anything less than a fantastic, smart little food blog-- which, much in the vein of Thus Bakes Zarathustra, is exactly what this is. Author Rebecca, has an MA in English and was a pastry chef for 10 years before launching the blog earlier this year, and she puts her flair for words and propensity for desserts to great use here. I am already a big fan.

Her photos of Paula Deen's Brown Sugar Pound Cake have already landed the recipe on my shortlist of Things To Consider Baking This Holiday Season To Prove To My Family That I Am Not Completely Domestically Incompetant, and her No-Bake Chocolate, Peanut Butter & Oatmeal Cookies (aka PMS Wranglers) recipe has inspired me to lift my long-time moratorium on what my family used to just call "no-bake cookies" (not sure my dad would eat "PMS"-anything), which I scalded a knuckle while making back in middle school. (It was my own damn fault, of course, but the fact that I burned while making "no-bake cookies" seemed so shameful that I swore to never attempt them again.)

On the savory side, I think I'll be trying my hand at the Thai Chicken Noodle Soup this weekend-- and heck, maybe the sad-ass turkey sandwiches I've been eating for lunch all week will get a bit of an upgrade soon. Mmm, sprouts! And also, yes, as a fellow Tennessean, I am obligated to corroborate Rebecca's assertion that, in the South, mac and cheese is, indeed, a vegetable.