Remember my friend Leila? Well, she’s out done herself yet again. Really building a case to not like her huh? But it’s impossible because she’s awesome.
When I made this buttercream I asked my assistant, “If you had to gave an award for ‘Best Buttercream’ would mine win?”. He said, “Oh yeah!”.
Is this considered a food hack?? I guess it depends on who you ask. When I was growing up you’d be considered a lazy bastard. Nowadays, everyone is just too damn sensitive so it’s not nice to call people lazy bastards. We have to call it a food hack. I get it now. You’re not a lazy bastard, it’s a food hack. Wink, wink…
My great-grandma Oma always said you’re never too old for hugs. I’m not going anywhere with this, it’s really just an opener and I had nothing else. I miss that crazy old thing! I love that woman.
I’ve noticed over the years that I am slowly turning into my parents and I got to tell you. I love it. I can’t think of two better souls to take after. My folks are the most simple, honest, hard working, loving and arms wide open accepting people I’ve ever met.
I don’t have that awesome apartment everyone outside New York thinks everyone in New York has, I started losing my hair at 16 and probably won’t be able to afford to retire. I’m joking really, I actually do have an awesome apartment.
I made this a while back and paired it with a stout ice cream and pretzels. It was damn good too! Being a dick and thinking I was too cool to put up recipes, I neglected you all and for this I apologize. So here now I am posting the recipe. Why I waited so long is probably unforgivable since it’s probably the best recipe I’ve come across in ages.