I frosted this cake on my lunch break. I also managed to pump gas, get a few groceries, bring Elliot out twice for backyard-prancing, make a disaster of the kitchen, take photos, give Elliot a strawberry, make two willy-nilly veggie burritos, and then zoom back to work. Get your very own flags here: Guinness Chocolate Cake Flags! Last night, I ate cake before dinner, appetizer-style. Eating dessert first is where it’s at, especially on St. Patrick’s Day Eve.…
Orange rolls are super models. They wear orange like it ain’t no thing. They’re so casual about it. Unlike me. You see, orange clashes majorly with my hair. And not in the London Calling or I’m So Bored in the U.S.A. way. Instead of wearing orange, I eat oranges. Instead of being can orange-head, I’m a redhead. These were better than I imagined, just the thing I was craving, and darn stylish. The truth is,…
The winner of the rainbow apron, floral potholder and heart-shaped measuring cups is Natasha of litel knyght. Thanks, Natasha! I’ll be e-mailing you soon for your address. Thanks to everyone else, too! It was super fun. And if you didn’t win, don’t bother worrying, because I’m always on the lookout for treasures for you guys. Happy apron-ing!
Caramel ice cream is the prettiest ice cream of all the ice cream. It’s prettiness was the main reason I wanted an ice cream maker. The combo of this frozen goodness and these cookies is love. That’s what all the silly arrows, asterisks and that heart mean. So after a few pep talks to myself and after reading through the recipe 57 times, I finally felt prepared to tackle all the sugar-melting and caramel-making. Jake…
— Contest Closed — I just want to help chase away your winter blues. rainbow apron + flowered potholder + a heart-shaped measuring cup and spoon set I am going to mail one of you a springy, fun, mostly-vintage present. Simply comment on this post, and you’re entered to win the apron, potholder and heart goodness. Comments will close Friday at 6pm (EST). Check back because the winner will be announced over the weekend! Good luck…
This pancake is for the super hungry waker-upper. It’s for the pancake champ. It’s for the hearty-whole wheat lover. It’s for me. This isn’t a light pancake. It’s actually pretty heavy. It’s manly, even. It’d wear flannel and chop wood and save me from a dragon. What a gentleman! You see, this pancake won. I didn’t completely finish it. Instead I left 2 whole bites on the plate and laid on the couch in defeat.…
Root beer floats are super tasty. A week ago I was craving one like whoa. But can you believe no ice cream shop was open at 9:30pm? Uncool, for real. When I think of root beer floats, I believe that vanilla has to be a flava-flave that’s large and in charge. So I went with a vanilla bean whoopie pie with a root beer filling. And then I wasn’t sure if it was root beery…
I can’t resist gray v-neck t-shirts, tasty Bavarian brews, and Poppy-colored nail polish. I can’t resist ankle boots, Ben & Jerry’s Half-Baked ice cream, and I really can’t resist these chocolate malt cupcakes. Did you know that malt powder is a magic ingredient? It makes waffles even better and it sure makes chocolate cupcakes irresistible. I made these for a birthday party. I topped them with little flags so if I wasn’t around people would know…
My mom made all the time when I was growing up. I love the memories as much as I love the cinnamon-sugary goodness. Jake likes this coffee cake because he says it taste like a donut. Basically, if you like happy breakfast memories, cinnamon-sugar, and donuts, you’ll la la love this. P.S. I just want you guys to know that this is one of the best coffee cakes in the whole world. And that’s why…
Oops. I forgot to have anybody take a picture of Jake and me at the brunch party. And Jake was looking super hip and I was wearing tights with hearts on them. And we forgot to get a picture of Jake’s charcuterie tray with garlic sausage and proscuitto and McClure’s pickles. And I forgot to take pictures of these mid-party. They were on the table, on my favorite pink cake stand, behind the daffodils.* These…