The Frosted Yogi

A virtual cupcake-yogary, nourishing body and soul.

Ode To Mindy Kaling

Dear Mindy: You are my role model and I love you. You’re damn smart and super successful and on TV portray a bit of a spaz and are obsessed with pastries and rock colorful party outfits around the clock and I respect all of that. I want to be you when I grow up. So, when I heard you were speaking at Connections, the annual conference hosted by MY company (I’m a Product Manager) where I’m ALSO speaking (!!), I was like OMG OMG OMG! 

I may have hollered at you on twitter.

I also may have called you out on instagram.

And I totally asked my boss about getting an in and he hooked me up with our event coordinator who I groveled to and said I’d clean your bathroom but he told me the job’s taken.

So, I am making one final plea to meet you when you’re in Indianapolis. Maybe we can grab breakfast? I think you’d go bananas for the brioche stuffed with ricotta cinnamon french toast at Cafe Patachou

Your BFF you don’t know,

Abbe. Also known as The Frosted Yogi (I blog about cupcakes! And yoga!)

P.S. If you do read this please don’t get me fired. I just thought you might appreciate the extreme over enthusiastic, borderline stalker approach.

Assorted Musings

Why, hello there!

Assorted ramblings for you on this fine Friday. First off, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the newest Abbe on the block:

Aberdeen, or Abbe for short, or Plaid as Jared calls her (because he thinks Aberdeen is a type of plaid) is the newest and furriest addition to our friends Ali and Dave’s family. You may recognize their names from such adventures as wedding yoga hike, that time our friends got married, and swims with manatees. Welcome Abbe - I am honored to share your name!

In other news, Jared and I went to Holland and Spain last week. I did no yoga and ate no cupcakes (Europeans don’t do that) but I did purchase lots of stroopwaffels and kanjers and proceeded to eat 2/3 of them on the flight home. 

Let’s take a look at some highlights! Our favorite trendy bike and coffee shop, Lola’s, in The Hague:

The cup my green juice came in in Amsterdam

The beautiful happy married couple in Avila

And because I know you’re all like “What about EVA??” of course she was featured in Amp and Manuel’s tree of memories

The Frosted Yogi turned 4 today!

The Frosted Yogi turned 4 today!


#spaansing: the act of becoming a Spaans

As an old married lady with a brand spanking new name I believe this process doesn’t end with a trip to Social Security Administration or the DMV. Oh no, if one wants to TRULY embrace her new name she must equip herself with a treasure trove of dainty accessories to remind herself at every turn that she is in fact a new person. Case and point: in a presentation last week all I had to do was introduce myself. And what did I do? I said the wrong name. This week, with my power necklace in place, I succeeded in introducing myself and immediately received a high-five from my co-worker. 

My tools for success in my modified existence as a Spaans:

Nameplate necklace - advertised in a dainty fashion. Also because I received this bracelet for Christmas with my former name.

Sequins - I figured the Spaans name could use a bit more bedazzling. 

Doo dahs holder - who doesn’t want a new clutch?

And most importantly, a passport holder - because the world is mine to explore

Will bake for fine stationary

You all know I’m obsessed with written correspondence. Sending and receiving letters is one of my favorite pastimes and anything involving calligraphy/gold foil/washi tape earns extra marks. I’ve been oggling typewriters for decades and was elated to receive this vintage valentine from Jared as a wedding gift:

I digress. Today’s tale is one of the most fabulous things I have ever received in the mail. One of my best friends, Amparo, is getting married this August. Her wedding invitation was on the most sumptuously textured paper I have ever felt. The envelope was lined with pebbled gold paper. There was a Spanish trifold card and English translation. Jared and I stopped everything to sit down and read both. But the crowning beauty was a hand-drawn map of the walled city of Avila where the wedding will take place. Amp included a simple request for an e-mailed RSVP but I said oh no that will not do for such a beautiful piece of art. Instead, I put on my apron, pulled out the standmixer, and got to work. 

I think homemade Tollhouse cookies say “OMG OF COURSE WE WILL BE THERE!!” don’t you?

Yoga Pagoda, Hana

Not to be confused with Yoga Pagoda on the Monon - my future open air yoga studio on our extra lot and (conveniently) the Monon Trail. No, this yoga pagoda actually exists. It stands above an infinity pool overlooking the ocean at Travaasa in Hana, the remote town at the end of Maui accessed only by the Road to Hana, a road with approximately 620 curves, 59 bridges, and about 1.5 lanes for 2 directions of traffic. I did my morning vinyasa while Jared hippopotamused* in the pool.

(*) hippopotamused - the act of being like a hippopotamus in a swimming pool, floating with just your eyes and nose just barely above the surface. Most frequently used to watch girls do yoga around said pool.

Wedding Yoga

Dearest friends,

Update your address books because I am now a Spaans! That’s right, on June 28th the fabulous Simma R. asked Jared and I if we wanted to get married and we both said “I do!” 


Photo credit: Sparkle Photography

I know the question burning in your mind - “Was there yoga??” Let’s rewind a few hours, shall we? Thanks to the amazing Julia of Park City Yoga Adventures Jared, myself, and our closest friends and family members spent the glorious sun shiney morning of our wedding day hiking a mountain and vinyasa-ing poolside. Also shout out to Dave R., the best friend/traveling photographer/general outdoorsman a couple could ask for. Some highlights:


Photo credits: David Railsback Photography (as all of my professional yoga photoshoots are)

And duh, later on that night we ate a glorious 2-tiered wonder of dulce de leche and carrot cake. I guess we hadn’t really discussed the cutting of the cake and Jared didn’t quite grasp that he was supposed to let me feed it to him and that he was then supposed to feed me. Due to this general confusion, these will forever be our memories:

Abbe: “Eat the cake, damnit!” Jared: “NoOo!”

** True love **


Today I have a special playlist to offer you - whether you’re interested in a ~45 minute flow or want to get psyched for a special event next weekend or BOTH check this out:

Lovers’ Carvings - Bibio

Home - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson

Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear

Paper Plans - M.I.A.

We Are Young - fun.

Hey Ya! - Outkast

The Golden Age - The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

The Funeral - Band of Horses

The Only Boy Living in New York City - Simon & Garfunkel

I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie*

And if you fall into the middle or last category then get excited to see all of the above performed by our wedding band - The Gatsbys.


(*) Close personal friends. And by that I mean they’re friends of Emily G.’s and we sat in the same row at her wedding. 

How not to SUP

This past weekend Jared, Eva, and I joined a bunch of friends for a fabulous Memorial Day filled with boating and sunshine on Lake Raccoon here in Indiana. On Sunday we broke out the SUP. First Jared went for a jaunt on it, then I did - even breaking out some yoga moves (I suggest down dog, plank, chattarunga, up dog, pigeon, mermaid, and wheel). Then Jared decided to join me on the SUP. Then our friend Robby R. decided to join us as well. At this point the SUP started to fall below the water line. As all 3 of us clung on I decided I would try some yoga again. Please enjoy my failure, as photo documented below:


Guess what! I’m getting married on June 28th. Which means I got an awesome weekend with my ladies beforehand - a.k.a. May 2nd through 4th in New York City. 

The weekend started with our arrival at the Andaz Wall Street - an AMAZING super modern hotel in the Financial District. Samantha and Emily S. decorated our suite as well as ensured there was a tray of Magnolia cupcakes waiting for me. Such lovely service!

This Wall-meets-Water location meant I could very easily visit all of my old haunts - Adrienne’s, Financier, and the park next to Battery Park City where I had my formal picnics. Saturday morning started with just that - a stroll from the Andaz past my old office and apartment building on City Hall Park then off to picnic land where Simma and I played with headstands as a warm up for our private yoga class to come.

Private yoga class! Laughing Lotus was my favorite studio while living in Manhattan - the walls were brightly colored, the teachers taught creative flows, we always played with arm balances, and there was tea and animal crackers in the reception area. Mary Dana, whose Monday-Wednesday-Friday morning class I frequented, led us through an hour long flow. She had quite the challenge between our mixed levels but made sure to hit some of my favorites, like side crow:

Overall it was fun and zen and (most importantly) everyone survived with smiles!

From there we got smoothies, hit Washington Square Park, some of us even went for manis and chair massages. Delightful afternoon! Then on to the evening. Things got started at The Redhead - good name, great company, delectable fried chicken, brisket, and homemade pretzels with beer cheese. I mean what more could a girl want??

We then made the 7-block trek through the East Village to Butter Lane, not without a pit stop at a local dive bar to water our parched lips and for me to change my wardrobe as my insanely talented cousin Rinat MADE me a dress. 

Around 9pm 11 over hydrated ladies rolled into Butter Lane ready to bake up a storm. Our poor instructor had her heart set on teaching us masterful techniques to precisely prepare Food Network-worthy baked goods. Alas, we may have cared more about the prosecco and eating batter/frosting from the bowl. 

Emily S. - photobomb for the win. We somehow managed to bake 3 batches of batter - vanilla, chocolate, and banana (I am now HORRIFIED to know the vanilla uses sour cream) and 6 batches of icing - cream cheese, cinnamon, chocolate, espresso, vanilla, and strawberry. We did try very hard to master the “Tap and turn” technique - apparently each NYC cupcakery is known for their signature swirl at the end of frosting application and this is Butter Lane’s mark. Not sure how well we did…

From there we decided karaoke was a must so we marched over to Sing Sing on St. Mark’s, booked ourselves a room for 2-hours, took off our shoes, and screamed at a television for every minute of it. “Abbe’s bachelorette 2014!”

Here’s to a perfect weekend with truly phenomenal ladies. I love you all.