Let’s just take a minute and whisk some stuff. I bet you’ve got time in between sewing garlands and wrapping presents and hugging your dog. It’d be most fun to divide this pudding between little jars and bring them to work with your lunch! Because everybody needs pudding for dessert. Especially this week, right? So next time you make meringue anything or marshmallow frosting keep the yolks and make pudding! And maybe make the meringues…
I scurry. I’m a scurrier. When it’s cold out, and my hair is blowing everywhere, and my bangs are in my face, I can’t casually stroll. I have to hurry and scurry. I’m sorry if I’ve hurried past you awkwardly heading into Target or the grocery store. It’s not that I’m in a hurry. It’s that I’m cold. You see, this year I’m not in a hurry at all regarding Christmas. I’ve been slowly making…
These are so much more than elephants in silly outfits. They are elephants that taste like shortbread and are wearing Christmas colors. …well, my idea of a Christmas colors remix. I’m thinking these will be cozy tucked in a cookie box with these cookies and these ones and maybe some sort of lollipop, and maybe even fudge! What are you guys baking this year? Tell me everything. Shortbread Sugar Cookies {makes about 2 dozen cookies}…
Let’s eat weekend-breakfasts during the week. Let’s trick our mornings. These thoughtfully come together quickly with pantry ingredients. It has a lot to do with the fact that these start out with cold butter and are yeast-less. These taste like cinnamon roll biscuits. Jake said that these would be tasty with maple syrup on them. I totally agree. And I think we all know Elf would also be down with that. Rumor has it these…
My thanksgiving was so bright I had to wear shades. And it was delicious. See that jell-o? It’s a rainbow under that green. My nephews love it. My niece can’t get enough of it. There was also The Pioneer Woman’s sweet potatoes, in that blue dish back there. They taste like what sweet potatoes should taste like as dessert… but as a side dish. On each plate there are two kernels of indian corn. Every year…
Turkey O’Clock is approaching. And at the moment I’m in Minnesota hanging out in the kitchen with my mom. I just can’t wait to share with you guys what her and I are making this year for dessert. (I’ll be posting them next week!) The truth is, I made these cookies before I left. It’s important to me for Jake to have a constant supply of cookie-goodness while I’m gone. These remind me of what…
These cookies are bringing wrinkles back. Good thing, because I rarely iron. Even when I’m wrinkly. I just decide to believe it when Jake tells me that my outfit looks like “it’s supposed to be like that.” But “like that” means wrinkled. Ever since I made those large marge cookies, I’ve just been thinking that bigger cookies are better. I mean, if the cookie’s bigger than there’s more chewy center to love, right? Cookie middles are…
We’ve all got skills. Jake’s really good at folding the fitted sheet. And that, my friends, is a serious skill. Whenever I “fold it”, I’m really just tumbling it into a ball. Sometimes I even put that tumbly ball into a pillow case to hide it. I’m pretty good at scooping ice cream. Not to say that takes any skill at all. What I mean is that, I’m good at eating ice cream. But those…
This morning I made pancakes. I put nutella and malt powder in them. They tasted like heaven, but only two ended up pretty and I ate them. But the problem is that when I flipped them only half flipped, and they just stuck to the pan a lot and then I burnt one. Jake blamed the nutella. I blamed my impatience and the pan for being the fakest nonstick pan ever. (Dishes shmishes.) Don’t worry, Jake…
I feel weird seeing someone I know at the gym. I’m not a gym-hottie. I’m more of a sweaty betty. It’s funny, though, to wave at that someone-you-know after you tried to pretend you didn’t see them after they pretended to not see you. But it’s totally ok to twinkly-finger wave at them as they leave and you’re climbing a mountain via treadmill. However, it’s not awkward to top everything with a crumbly topping. It’s…