So this may look like a normal peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but it’s not. Lisa and I swear. We met up this past weekend to finally bake the amazing Cakewich, which was really just a cake mold shaped like a slice of bread. Armed with my new How To Cook Everything iPhone App and some almond extract, we somehow managed to mix together Mark Bittman’s Golden Layer Cake recipe to slap together this amazing creation.

My camera ran out of batteries during the first part of the process, so I didn’t get any snazzy photos of Lisa’s amazing cake batter skills, and then we had a little emergency when we realized we didn’t have any powdered sugar for the peanut butter frosting. Plus, this cake took twice as long to bake than we expected.

And then I had to pick up B from LAX while Lisa had a date at Dodger Stadium, so we decided to let the cake cool for 24 hours and meet up the next day to finish the Cakewich. Did you follow all of that? I thought so.

So anyways, last night at Chez Lisa, we rolled up our sleeves and got to work. First, we sliced off the top mound because sandwiches don’t have mounds on them and we had to make our cake resemble a slice of bread as much as possible. Lisa got excited about the excess cake and decided to take a bite.

Then I sliced the cake in half to complete the sandwich. This is me carefully sawing my way through a Golden Layer cake. Wait…hold up.

I’ve never really looked at the top of my head before. Is that my hair part or AM I BALDING? OMG I’M BALDING. Now I have to invest in that weird scalp powder thing that covers up bald spots. Waaah.

We recruited Lisa’s roommate, Bobbie, as our new G.B.A. member (Giant Baking Adventure) since she was so cute and took over the camera.

I got the two “slices of bread” ready for some frosting.

Lisa warmed up the jelly or jam or preserves or whatever it was.

Commence frosting. Can I just gush about how amazing this peanut butter frosting was? It only consisted of butter, peanut butter and powdered sugar which together tasted like heaven.

This part was a little uneventful. To be honest, it was actually a little disappointing. Lisa and I realized that frosting this cake was really just like…making a giant peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Surprising, I know.

But hey, it was still giant!! Here we go!

BAM! Then we realized that it really did just look like a giant peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This was kind of a letdown.

So Lisa made a regular sized peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a comparison with the cake so we could show everyone that yes, we DID MAKE A GIANT SANDWICH CAKE.

So there. See? Now you believe us?

YAY! [Please disregard my greasy face. Also, isn't Lisa the most photogenic person ever? Yes, I know.]

Then we decided to see if Henry (Lisa’s cat) would like a nibble. He did not.

So now it was time for each of us to pose with the sandwich cake, as if we were eating a regular sandwich.

That’s one big sandwich slice!!!!!

The end.

If I had to pick one television series that shaped my teen adolescence, then I’d pick Sailor Moon or Rugrats but if someone asked me to pick one television series that shaped my teen adolescence in a room full of people, then I’d say Dawson’s Creek. Seriously, though, this was the first TV show that I devotedly watched once a week that dealt with relationship and family problems that I could never relate to because I wasn’t white and I didn’t know any boys.

I’m not saying it was the most original of concepts; it was just the one that I watched obsessively so I could fall asleep and dream about having crushes on fictional boys. Oh man, remember that first season finale when Joey finally confronts her father and Dawson finally kisses her?? I watched it like 3 times on a crappy VHS tape, and my friends and I even screened it again at a sleepover a couple weeks later. And this is the sole reason why I won’t ever let go of my Sarah McLachlan album. Shit, did I just type that aloud?

So if I had known Joshua Jackson was hosting Pacey-Con in San Diego this past weekend, I would have ditched everything and cheered alongside him. What he said is true: Pacey is the greatest character in television history. Ever. Period.

This week is already poopy, even though this made me lol. Is Sunday here yet?

Wait. But how? The legs? But where? And then? What? HOW DOES THIS WORK!?

I could really go for some crab cakes right now.

[via Pink Tentacle]

The Servant is a South Korean film based on an old folktale about the art of seduction. It’s also a really embarrassing movie poster to have on the wall while leaving a restaurant in Koreatown with your parents.

Listen, I get that this movie is about sex. But is it really necessary to have a woman doing the reverse cowgirl while some creepy guy watches behind a tree? Like, couldn’t you just have them holding hands or something?

Actually, it looks like this lady is popping an Asian squat to take a poop, while the guy is like, “Dude, WTF are you doing? I just washed these pants. You’re crazy, bitch.” And the guy in the back is like “I found the best hiding spot in the world. No one can see me.”

Whatever.

Where did Lindsay Lohan’s armpit go in this photoshoot for Complex Magazine?

Alright, I’m hopping on the Inception bandwagon after seeing the film this weekend but at least I know it’s more than just a bandwagon and more like the we’re-right-and-you’re-an-idiot-if-you-don’t-like-this-movie-wagon. It reminded me of a good book, where all the different angles worked seamlessly together so you were engrossed in the storytelling on all levels. I’m super conscious of the writing, description styles, setting and dialogue in a book: if one aspect is off, then the whole book falls apart for me. On the other hand, if these all come together, I can turn pages without realizing that I’m actually reading something: instead, the story plays out in my head as if I’ve been completely absorbed into it.

The same works for this movie: script, plot, acting, dialogue, set, costumes and special effects. Also, anyone who thinks Avatar is a better movie gets punched in the nuts.

I always enjoy daydreaming about movies, imagining how characters and story lines would adapt if I had been there. Would I be as cool, calm and collected as the characters? How would I react in the same setting? What if Leonardo DiCaprio was hired to visit me in my dreams? Would the result be just as mind-blowing and fantastic?

That’s what I realized that my version of Inception would be the complete opposite. My dreams are pretty lame, whether they consist of either me being back in high school and panicking over getting to the right class in time, being back in college and panicking over moving out of the dorm rooms in time, or being in a mall and panicking that I can’t find a bathroom. I’m not even kidding.

Can you imagine a thriller movie based on one of these?

FADE IN:

EXT – OUTDOOR LOCATION

COBB and ARIADNE are sitting outside a cafe in Paris. Two half empty cups of cafe au lait sit on the wicker table between them.

COBB

We create the world of a dream. We bring a subject into that dream and they fill it with their secrets.

ARIADNE

Then you break in and steal it?

COBB

Well, it’s not strictly speaking legal.

We see the shocked but intrigued look on Ariadne’s face as we fade out.

FORGHORN NOISE

FADE IN:

INT – WAREHOUSE LOCATION

COBB, EAMES, and ARIADNE are hooking themselves up to the elaborate PASIV Device that allows them to enter the dreams of their drugged subject, MOYE, who is snoring in a lounge chair between them.

ARTHUR enters.

ARTHUR

Why are we doing this? Why her?

The three glance up at him but never stop moving around the room.

COBB

Because I think I found a way home. And with this girl, that’s how I get there. Her husband is offering me everything so he can win this bet. All we have to do is make her eat a donut on her own accord before the year is over.

ARTHUR

You’re planting an idea into her head? You’re talking about inception. I hope you do understand the gravity of that request.

They settle into their chairs, ready to fall asleep.

COBB

The seed that we plant in this girl’s mind may change everything.

FOGHORN NOISE

EXT – LOS ANGELES PRIVATE SCHOOL LOCATION

COBB, ARIADNE and ARTHUR open their eyes and find themselves on the campus of a prestigious high school in Hancock Park. Girls in short khaki skirts and crisp white polo shirts lounge around with Kate Spade handbags and Dooney & Burke leather organizers. Somewhere, the bell rings.

COBB looks completely confused.

COBB

What the…what kind of dream is this? Are we in a high school?!

ARIADNE

You asked me to design a dream that our client would understand.

ARTHUR

She’s right. I discovered that despite being 28 years old, our target still suffers from anxiety stemming from six years of a single sex education among spoiled, upper-class Los Angeles girls. We figured that this setting would be most comfortable for Moye in her dream state…

COBB

Wait, seriously?

ARTHUR

Seriously.

COBB

Seriously?

ARTHUR

Seriously. Also, we’ll most likely find Moye running around butt naked, trying to find her class schedule. That’s…also something else she always dreams about.

COBB

Worst target ever.

FOGHORN NOISE

Yesterday, I was given the awesome opportunity to interview Jay Baruchel, who was in studio to talk about The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, which I secretly want to see. Even though I really wanted to spend 30 minutes discussing the the awesomeness of Undeclared and sending him telepathic thoughts about how I used to have a crush on him, I asked him more about The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, Nic Cage, his nerd type and…yeah.

Anyway. It’s Friday. I’m going offline now.