30 Things For 30 Years

Three months ago, I set up a challenge for myself.  I wanted to run through a list of 30 tasks before I turned 30 years old.

You helped me build my list of tasks!  You started your own lists.  It feels like we’re all out in the world trying to do good, be better and share cupcakes.

Except.  Well.  Um…

I haven’t given you an update on my 30 Things list because well… I’ve already gone and turned 30… and I’m no where near done with my list.

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30 Things For 30 Years

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Three months ago, I set up a challenge for myself.  I wanted to run through a list of 30 tasks before I turned 30 years old.

You helped me build my list of tasks!  You started your own lists.  It feels like we’re all out in the world trying to do good, be better and share cupcakes.

Except.  Well.  Um…

I haven’t given you an update on my 30 Things list because well… I’ve already gone and turned 30… and I’m no where near done with my list.

So! The 30 Things Before 30 Years has become 30 Things For 30 Years.

It’s a work in progress.  I’m a work in progress.  So far, it all feels pretty good.

Here’s the list that’s going to keep me busy this summer.

Let’s be better to ourselves, for ourselves, to each other, for each other.  Let’s just do that, and be that, and make a list about that… now!

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30 Things For 30 years:

Eat 1 giant birthday hot dog with sauerkraut, spicy mustard, and beer.

It was a pretzel.  There was coffee.  It was awesome.

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Send flowers to 2 friends.

Workin’.

Buy 3 strangers their morning coffee.

1 down, 2 to go.

Take 4 new people to church on Sunday.

2 down, 2 to go.

Make 5 new friends.

Done!  But these people might not know we’re friends yet.  We’re friends.  This summer I’ll prove it!

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Mail 6 hand-written letters.

Inspired by the PenPal Project… so far I’ve written 78 letters.  No joke.

Compliment 7 strangers.

I love this.  Mostly because it’s awesome to tell people that they look pretty.

Leave 8 lucky quarters on the ground.

Done.  Easy.

Send 9 of my favorite books to 9 of my favorite people.

Workin’.

Smile at 10 strangers.

I try to do this everyday.  It really does feel awesome.

Go in for 11 high-fives.

Workin’.  Awkward every time.

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Give away 12 fresh cupcakes.

Mind blowers.

Send 13 postcards to 13 blog readers.

Done!

Tip my waitress above average.

Done!

Leave 15 nice comments on 15 other blogs.

Gotcha!

Make (at least) 16 coffee ice cream cream puffs.

Workin’.

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Enjoy 17 beach sunsets.

Workin’.

Give (at least) to my favorite charity.

Workin’.

Pick 19 super ripe figs.

Can.  Not.  Wait.

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Ride my bike at least 20 miles.

Whitney!  It’s me and you!

Give 21 bits of advice to a new 21 year old.

I did this!

Make 22 beers.  Yea… make beer.

Andrea!  We’re doing this!

Stay up for 23 hours… just for kicks… and bourbon.

Who wants to play sleep-over!?

Take and develop 24 pictures… with film.

Workin’.

Take a 25 year old out to lunch.

I need a 25 year old LA friend… who is hungry.

Take 26 yoga classes.

Workin’.  I own you downdog.  (not really).

Clean my closet and give away 27 things.

Let’s be real… it could have been way more than 27 things.

Learn 28 new words.

Workin’.

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Write down the beauty of the day for 29 days.

Workin’.

Tell 30 people why I am grateful they’re in my life.

All the time.  Super important.

Thirty Things before Thirty Years

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In two short months, I turn 30.

I turn 30.  I turn 30.  I turn 30.  I turn 30!

If you’re curious; no, I’m not freaking out.  There’s nothing to freak out about.  I killed it in my twenties.  I did college.  I made myself a baker.  I started a business.  I dated a generous handful of darling gentlemen.  I did numerous cartwheels.  I enjoyed my fair share of bourbon.  I learned how to make homemade ranch dressing.  I fell in love with a kitten.  I ate plenty of raw cookie dough.  And!  I’ve got a whole two months to fill with the reckless shenanigans of a 20-something.

The only sad things about turning 30 is that I might feel too old watching The Real World… I won’t be able to relate to to anyone on The Jersey Shore… Teen Mom will infuriate me, and I’ll have missed my opportunity to do a keg stand (but really, who wants to drink beer upside down anyway!?  not cute).  It looks like MTV will be completely out of the question.  I’ll probably come to embrace shows like Hoarders, I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant and, Toddlers and Tiaras.   Sigh.  Whatevs.

Can I still say ‘Whatevs’ when I turn 30?  Prob not.

Listen… I’m going on and on and on about 30-ness because I have a project to complete in my last two months of 29.  I need your help.

I want to complete 30 things before I turn 30.  I’ve got a list working, but I’m a little stumped.  That’s where you come in.  Help me fill this list.  I’m counting on you… I got a lot of work to do!

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Thirty Things before Thirty Years

Eat 1 giant birthday hot dog with sauerkraut, spicy mustard, and beer.

Send flowers to 2 friends.

Buy 3 strangers their morning coffee.

Take 4 new people to church on Sunday.

Make 5 new friends.

Mail 6 hand-written letters.

Compliment 7 strangers.

Leave 8 lucky quarters on the ground.

Send 9 of my favorite books to 9 of my favorite people.

10?  11?

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Give away 12 fresh cupcakes.

Send 13 postcards to 13 blog readers.

Tip my waitress above average.

Leave 15 nice comments on 15 other blogs.

Make (at least) 16 coffee ice cream cream puffs.

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Enjoy 17 beach sunsets.

18,19,20,21,22,23… whatcha got for me?

Take and develop 24 pictures… with film .

25?

Take 26 yoga classes.

Clean my closet and give away 27 things.

28,29,THIRTY!!!!

You see the pattern here, right?  I need, for example, to find 18 things to do.  I need to think of 19 gifts to give… I need to make 20 of something.  Are you picking up what I’m putting down?

I need your ideas.  Lay em on me!

Ps.  I heart you.  Major.

Two Years of Joy the Baker, Pictured.

Joy the Baker is two years old.  Two years of cookies.  Two years of cupcakes.  Two years of pancakes.  Two years of me standing on a chair in my dining room trying to get the right shot of a slice of cake before I gobble it up.  Two years of me.  Two years of you.  

Here’s what the last two years have looked like around these parts.  Come along… let’s reminisce. 

Podcasting  

Once upon a time I made a podcast.  It’s totally dorky.  I can’t bear to watch it.  It’s like listening to your own voice on the answering machine.  Too much.  Totally.  Dorky.  

a cookie we can believe in. 

I made these cookies waaaay back in the day when Barack Obama was still battling it out with Hillary Clinton.  My Dad hated it.  He hated it so much he left a nasty comment on my blog.  Yea…. that happened.  Thanks Dad.  Love you.  Always.

 

How to frost a cake- Step four, add caramel 

A looong time ago, we talked about how to decorate a cake!  It was fun.  There was caramel. 

Baker's Day Off at Disneyland 

I’m pretty sure I annoyed everyone in my family by taking pictures of them eating.  Just look at this sister of mine though.  Those eyes! I’ll never get over it.  Daaaang I love that girl. 

Engagement Cake 

Two years ago I made an engagement cake.  Not my own engagement cake.  That wouldn’t have worked.  Yea…. wow. 

Memorial Day Weekend 

I’ve been to San Francisco a lot in the last two years.  There’s water.  There are bridges.  There’s amazing food.  If you’ve never been… well, now you know what you’re missing. 

LA County Fair 

I’ve been in love.  Love is nice.  Love should come with a warning sign. 

Easy Chocolate Pudding 

I’ve been on the other side of love too.  The break-up side.  Yea…. not as awesome as love.  The break-up side of love requires a lot of chocolate pudding .  More than you might think actually.  True. 

I Fried 

Shut up… I made doughnuts.

Daddy-o 

I love my Dad’s hands.  I’ve known them my whole life… it’s kinda weird.  Those are the hands that taught me how to bake.  Thanks Dad!  

fancy food

I went to the Fancy Food Show in San Francisco.  Fancy it is not.  Snoozetown it is. 

Seattle 

I found a gum wall in Seattle with my name spelled out in green gum.  Turns out this is equal parts awesome and terrifying. 

Joy the Baker in Napa 

I stomped through Napa like I owned the joint.  

Dad's Buttermilk Biscuits 

Buttermilk biscuits make the world right.  I know.  I’ve done the research. 

times onling 

Last year this little blog was named one of the 50 best food blogs in the world.  Aw, shucks.  

Gluten-Free Lemon Almond and Polenta Cake 

I don’t even want to tell you how many cakes I’ve dropped on the floor in two years. Let’s just say it’s between one and twelve… and it’s way more than one. Sometimes bad things happen to good cakes in my kitchen. 

Easter and the Cupcake Bake Off 

I’ve had fun with confetti and friends in the last two years.  

S'mores Brownies 

S’mores Brownies.  Amazeballs. 

One Pot Spring Garden 

My Mom helped my plant a One Pot Garden.  It was lovely… until I killed it.  I don’t want to talk about it. 

Homemade Vanilla Extract 

I made Homemade Vanilla Extract.  You should too. 

Vegan Chocolate Avocado Cake  

Vegan Chocolate Cake with Avocado Buttercream.  I’m a weirdo. 

Joy the Baker Picnic 

Last summer I threw a rooftop picnic in downtown Los Angeles…

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and people actually came!!  Lots of people.  I love you people. 

Pasta Making 

Homemade and handmade pasta.  A dream come true. 

Foodbuzzed 

Last year I won Foodbuzz’s Best Baking Blog. That made me feel good about myself.  Fun fact. 

Whitney and Wine 

I also drank a lot of wine last year.  That made me feel good about myself too.  Wait…. that’s bad. Nevermind. 

Joy the Baker Vacation 

Vacation.  Real life vacation.  I ended the last two years with a vacation, a bath tub and a lovely view from behind fancy drapes.  It was just about the most amazing thing ever. 

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But really… the most amazing thing is that you decide to come here and be a part of Joy the Baker.  Maybe you’ve been here for two years, two months or two days… however long, thank you.  Really.  This little piece of Internet has become more than I ever could have imagined.  Is that totally dorky to say?  Yea… but it’s true.  I thank you.  

 

These Things I’ve Learned in Thirty Years

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I have lived a full thirty years.  Thirty years full of fumbles and mistakes.  Thirty years of accidents and apologies.  Thirty years of learning.

These are the trivial bits of thirty years of learning.  Some of these lessons it took me three minutes to learn, others… about 29 years and 347 days.

If the word ‘you’ ever appears in this list of learning, please rest assured that I am referring to myself.  I’m still learning… you, surely, are good as gold.

These Thirty-ish Things:

Go to college.  Just go.  It’s where you’ll learn how to be, how not to be, and how to set booby traps in the shower so your roommate stops using your expensive shampoo.

Learn how to apologize sincerely.

Eye contact is major.  Get into it.

Talking crap about people sometimes feels good (just admit it), but tastes bad.  It’s the opposite of eating McDonald’s.

If it hurts, don’t wear it.  At some point the pain will show.

Learn how to wear lipstick and werk.

The day you look dumb in the grocery store at 7:19 in the morning is also the day you run into that duuude you don’t want to run into, and his stupid-hot-at-7:19-in-the-morning girlfriend.  Don’t worry.  You’re buying kale and olive oil.  At least you can cook.

Overdress, always.  Unless it’s heels in a park… that doesn’t work.

(thank you for the picture above, michael.)

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In every situation, consider the likelihood of skinny-dipping.  Act accordingly.

Check out your hair from behind… yea… you’ve got a whole situation going on back there.

Exfoliate:  your kitchen, your shower, your carpets, and your body.

Find out what color  dress/shirt/lipstick makes your eyes pop.  Buy a lot of it.

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Never ever ever ever EVER ever ever take your shoes off in the club.

If you feel a deep need to take your shoes off in the club, walk your butt outside, get in a cab, and go home.  Game over.

No one keeps secrets.  Remember this when you’re telling people all your business.

Life is not fair.  That fact is profoundly frustrating.  My Mom taught me this… dang was she right.

Don’t wait for some dumb boy to give you closure.  You give yourself closure.  That’s real.  Tie that mess right on up.  Buy ice cream if necessary.

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Sometimes it’s not fate, or a sign… but just a coincidence.

You are not inherently patient.  It’s an exercise.

Learn how to do something exceptionally well.  Never apologize for that.  Step up.

Watch Inception as many times times as you need to.  Joseph Gordon-Levitt floats and Juno flips walls… It’s just a whole thing.

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Learn how to make cookies.

Frozen peas, unfrozen, can be a meal.

Kittens grow up to be cats.  That’s when things get a little scary.

Don’t be that girl, in any and all situations.  Unless that girl is the awesome girl passing the boards… then you should totally be that girl.  I’m talking to you Andrea.

If a girls says she “just doesn’t really get along with other girls” that means that she’s probably not that nice to other girls… I’m just sayin’.

Ladies should be kinder to one another.  Teamwork, ladies!

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Never be early for a party… unless you plan on helping.  By helping I mean, pouring tequila shots.

Being fourteen sucks and there’s absolutely no way around it.

Being thirty one does not suck unless you think it sucks for some reason.

Sometimes you go to restaurants and you just don’t get what you want.  It’s cool, just get ice cream on the way home.

Over-tip.

Just admit that you’re watching My Big American Gypsy Wedding because you’re completely obsessed and you really need to talk about it with someone.

God is good even when you doubt that God is good.

Happy Birthday to me.  Happy Living to you.  I love you dearly, I really do.