On Friday I was all, “I just have to take off by 2:45 in order to make it to happy hour.” On Saturday I was all, “Gotta set my alarm! I have a brunch date at 10am.” You see, I like it when I have a tighter deadline due to happy hour plans and when I have to get up early for brunch. Some things are worth getting less sleep over. And other things, like scones, are good…
First things first… These aren’t recommended picnic fare. You see, I brought them to work on this tray and popped them in a cooler for the morning and when they got to the picnic they were a hot mess. I’m talkin’ not cute. Rumor has it someone set something on them? I would like to thank my close work friends for at least trying these jerks (and liking them even!) despite their messed up demeanor. So anyhow!…
Honey Graham Oh’s are my favorite. I call them oat-y oh’s, though. I just love how graham-y they are! Basically, I’ll know when I love someone when I share my oat-y oh’s with them. You see the box is kinda small and generally lasts me 2 (maybe 3) servings. I’m serious about cereal. I basically knew I wanted to make cereal milk pudding ever since Cindy made this Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cereal Milk Banana Cream Pie.…
Awhile back, my girl Jessica and I collaborated to bring food and craftiness together! We needed a cookie that would keep it’s shape while baking, so I opted for these graham guys. I tripled the recipe and used a small square cutter since I’m the worst at straight lines. Jessica piped all the X’s while I pranced around and chit-chatted with her. It was the most fun! I can’t wait to do something like this…
I can’t do it, you guys. I can’t muster up motivation to vacuum. We get the keys to the new place tomorrow, and I just can’t bring myself to dust anymore. I just want to clean there and not here anymore. Do you see my point? Do you see that graham cracker bird, right there? This recipe is all about oats getting toasty with almonds. It has a little bit to do with honey and…
Gravel roads remind me of graham cracker crumbs. My childhood best friend called her grandma “grammy” and it reminded me of graham crackers. Once I ate a store-bought graham cracker crust standing in my mom’s pantry… and loved it. I’ve always loved graham crackers so I knew I’d love this recipe since it has way more graham cracker crumbs in the ingredients than anything else. Side-note: one of the eggs I used had freckles. This…
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…
Ok. Arm yourself with a microwave and make these candy bars and pass them out to anyone and everyone that knows that s’mores are where it’s at. These will bring your kitchen and belly all kinds of no-bake love. Repair guys don’t bother repairing things on weekends. What’s up with that? I’m crossing my fingers that today is the day that the repair guy will fix my oven, but until then, make these super simple…
These cupcakes are a honey graham delight, topped with chocolate ganache and then twirly swirled with marshmallow frosting. They’re so downright fantastic they’re wrong. But if these cupcakes are wrong, I don’t want to be right. These cupcakes are a bit messy, but Jake says it’s how they are supposed to be since real s’mores are messy. And Jake knows a thing or two about snacks and s’mores. The original recipes makes 24 regular cupcakes.…
Last year my Thanksgiving contribution was to drive a smooshed pumpkin roll six hours to my sister’s house. Not this year though. Because this time tomorrow I’ll be in Minnesota hanging out with my parents. My mom and I will be going over the Thanksgiving dinner menu and Wednesday will consist of cooking and prepping. I decided to channel my excitement for Thursday by making these delicious s’more’eque pound cakes. S’mores are on my mind…