Ingredients for a good weekend: spinach and bleu cheese pizza + pepperoni pizza + chit chatting Franziskaner drinking (It tastes like ice cream to me!) summer walks strawberry pancakes (I’m going to make these again soon to post!) black bean burgers on light brioche burger buns + avocado fries Lost in Translation watching root beer floats casual lounging, like Elliot up there. He’s really good at it. Mad Men How was your weekend? I hope…
Elliot is a puppy-sized big dog. These are the cupcake of pie. These were birthday galettes. And since they were a gift, I had to try them to be sure they were good before I gave them away, right? I also had to eat one when I got home from giving them away to be REALLY sure before bed, right? I know something’s good when I have to “make sure” by lots of sampling. Now…
Strawberry shortcake is one of my most favorite desserts. So when I stumbled across Dorie Greenspan’s devilish shortcakes, I knew they had to happen … and soon! A chocolate shortcake? Can you even think of anything better? Jake’s job, when I bake, is to read me the recipe. He’s really good at it and it’s just so darn nice of him. When he cooks, he doesn’t let me read the recipes to him. It’s because…
I’m looking forward to moving, because I know for a fact that there will natural light promised in the lease. I also can’t wait to have a yard that doesn’t back up to mean growly dogs that want to eat Elliot. When I envision my future home, I imagine white walls, a white oven and windows Elliot can see out of without standing on the back of the couch … and preferably a huge tupperware…
I like that this cake kinda looks like a super huge stack of pancakes. I like that there’s strawberry jam keeping it real between six layers of sugar cookie-esque goodness. I like that at the end I get to dust it with powdered sugar. I really like the dusting with powdered sugar part. It maybe doesn’t look like it here, but those guys are the same size. I weighed them all on my tiny scale…
My mom knows about pie. She knows that it’s ok to use 8 cups of peaches instead of 5, and she didn’t judge me for not having a pastry blender. She also said that it’s ok if a pie is juicy and doesn’t slice as pretty as you’d hope. “Just serve it in a bowl,” she says. So there you go. We went to Eastern Market Saturday morning to get all those Michigan peaches up…
The only time I look tan is when I get cocoa powder all over my arms. I looked pretty tan this morning, just saying. I made marshmallows before. Those guys were lighter and fluffier and more delicate, due to the egg whites involved. These ones are super rich and chocolaty. They are sturdier and would probably stay on a skewer if you wanted to serve them that way. I think it’d look cute, for real.…
Sometimes all I want to talk about is ice cream and puppies. Sometimes all I think about is dessert, and sometimes I fall in love with a blog (like sprinklebakes) and can’t stop thinking about techniques. Next thing you know, I’m making strawberry shortcake sushi. It’s my brother’s birthday. And since my mom’s in town he wanted us to make brunch (I mean lunch) for him. My mom made sandwich-rolls aka rearranged cheeseburgers and potato…
I’ve been trying to be more like Fergie lately. You know, the whole “up in the gym, just workin’ on my fitness” thing. So when I wanted waffles for Sunday breakfast, I figured I’d look for one packed with oats and protein and all that good stuff. And on top of all that, the brown sugar makes you totally doubt the need for syrup. So there you go! These waffles are healthy, but don’t hold…
Why did I make these last night with my eye-brows down and my forehead wrinkled? Because these guys cure worries. Worried about your car at the shop? Take a bite of one of these. Worried because your house is a disaster-mess? Chomp chomp. Feeling a little weird, in general? Eat two. Whew. I feel way better, do you? These are probably called half-way cookies because they are half-way between heaven and a dream. These cookies…