I returned from India one week ago. It was a wonderful, eye-opening, family-filled trip, which I’ll tell y’all about in much more detail later. As much as I loved visiting and being immersed in my culture, in true first-generation form, I also love being back. I am still American as much as I am Indian.
Here’s what I missed most about being away. I’ve already checked these things off my list as part of my welcome-back-week:
Tacos, preferably from Tacolicious
Deep dish pizza, always from Little Star
Drinking water whenever I want (I got water poisoning in India and it was NOT fun)
Regular exercise, preferably via Barry’s Bootcamp
Since we left mid-November, I missed the start of holiday cooking that arrives with Thanksgiving for the second year in a row (last year I was in South Africa). When I got back, my Instagram was clogged with photos of holiday cookies, cakes, roasted chickens, root vegetables, and all the other wintery things that make the December cold bearable. And then there’s me ordering a large deep-dish pizza and watching “The Fast and the Furious” (for the first time, actually!).
To kick off my v delayed holiday season, I wanted to make a simple yet festive dessert. By simple, I mean two bowls MAX, no fussy plating, and 2 ingredients max that I’d have to buy—everything else I should have in my pantry. And by festive, I mean all that dreamy, aromatic shit that people eat in December like warm spices, nuts, and crisp fruits. So I created this almond pear cake.
I didn’t dress this cake up with cute props for photos. I didn’t shoot multiple angles. I didn’t even bring this cake anywhere. I made it on a rainy Saturday morning after a trip to my corner bodega for pears and cream cheese. As it baked, I continued sorting through my India loot. And when it finished and cooled, I slathered on some frosting, sliced it, and sat by myself in my kitchen and ate it. It was simple and festive and perfect. And my holiday season has now officially begun.