This weekend needed a little bit of hot cocoa. Most of it was so great! But sometimes when your pup pee-walks over your shoe and then poops in your car the only thing to do is drink hot cocoa by your borrowed pink christmas tree with your new magazine and just muster up a mental fireplace to complete the picture. But mostly you guys… graham cracker honey marshmallows?! These s’mores-ify the heck out of this super…
Turns out my self-control regarding cookies is kinda non-existent these days. I think it’s because I haven’t really grocery shopped. I bought berries and then didn’t make jam. I bought milk, but no cereal. I have teeny waffles in the freezer, but no peanut butter. I’ve been eating cookies for breakfast and sometimes as a lunch appetizer, and occasionally an after-run reward. I’m pretty glad (or not so glad) that there’s only one cookie left…
It’s 8:30pm and I feel like I could fall asleep right here in my living room with Beyonce playing and my pink, not-christmas, tree lit up. My apartment smells like maple syrup from some granola I made for work-time snacking. You see, I’m tired. I think it has to do a little bit with getting used to a new job, a little bit to do with the fact that I woke up early today for…
My favorite snack pack pudding flavor combo was s’mores. Hands down. I mean, I’ve always loved the s’mores rendition of most snacks. (Pop Tarts too!) So I figured this pudding HAD to happen. And while I’m at it, why not freeze the hell out of it pop-style!? I wanted to go all out for Billy’s Popsicle Week, ya know? P.S. Click that little popsicle week image to see the list of bloggers and flava flaves…
Because I’m hungry for every single chocolate chip cookie remix ever. Because the other day I pumped gas and it overflowed on my foot. Because it’s so cold in my apartment. Because I can’t find matching socks. Because I have dishes to put away. Because I’m currently using my pre-teen boom box to listen to music at home. Because I can’t save snacks until I’m hungry at work. Because I laid in the sun on…
I’m itching for a change. Part of it might be the winter blues. You see, I think I’m having bike ride withdrawal. I need patio beers, and grilled dinners. I’d like to walk to get ice cream, and wear maxi dresses, and be more freckled. But for now, I’ll brownie. Because there’s something therapeutic about chopping chocolate, and something even better about eating chocolate. And while these baked my kitchen was cozy warm and smelled…
When it comes to the weekend I require big breakfasts, naps galore, and freshly baked cookies. So to ensure the cookie part of my weekend, I whipped up this dough Friday after work and popped it in the fridge for casual Saturday baking. Feel free to do the same to bake at your leisure! And these cookies are by far one of my very favorites. There is plenty of ground oatmeal in each bite, giving them…
Last week I was craving chocolate in a major way. So much so, that I churned up some chocolate coconut milk ice cream after dinner and ate it standing in the kitchen. Since I can’t ever have enough chocolate in my life, I figured I’d triple-chocolate it up biscotti-style. The moral of the story is this: these are a brownie that you can dunk in your coffee. And goodness knows, there is nothing wrong with…
I have holes in the right elbow of most of my sweaters. I’m pretty much a ragamuffin because I keep wearing hole-y things. I suppose the only thing to do to avoid my elbow drama is to make scones. These scones will distract you from your ragamuffin ways and get your focus more on things like how to eat breakfast in a brownie outfit. Heart-shaped scones are totally encouraged all year. But since Valentine’s Day…
Lately I’ve learned that it’s possible to get sunburned in the shade, that one can fall in love with an air conditioner, and mini cheesecakes are a 3-bite miracle. Milk chocolate cheesecake made with Belgian chocolate from Trader Joe’s is where it’s at. It makes this cheesecake the kind of thing you’ll take one bite of and then be surprised by how amazing it is. Not that I’m one to doubt chocolate, but jeez! My…