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…
Because sometimes I post things fashionably late. Because sometimes I want to eat a whole pie in one bite (like I’m a giant). Because I’ve been messing things up lately. Because I made this filling twice. Because occasionally I’m a total custard amateur. So, sometimes pies work out even if you mess them up at first. And they are extra good with a friendly mini ghost on top. What it comes down to is that…
I’m really into fall. For example, last weekend I spray painted pumpkins gold and topped them off with glitter with my fall-loving friend Cindy. I’ve been wearing tights, painting my nails navy, and walking Elliot over neon leaves. I’ve also been making pumpkin everything. Pumpkin roll, pumpkin pup treats, and now these black and white cookies. So if you’ve got fall fever (which is way better than Bieber fever) you should totally make these! Because pumpkin…
Until yesterday, I’d never made a successful pumpkin roll. I was in charge of bringing one to Thanksgiving about 3 years ago. I made one, and it ripped when I rolled it. So I made another one, and that one ripped too. I wrapped up the mangled pumpkin roll. Put it in a cooler and drove to Thanksgiving. Needless to say, it was one ugly dessert, and I think the kids were scared of it.…
This ice cream tastes like Thanksgiving. It tastes like the first sweet potatoes I ever liked served sweet (since I tend to like my sweet potatoes in a quesadilla). You see, last thanksgiving, my mom made the Pioneer Woman’s recipe for sweet potatoes, and they tasted like heaven. They had a streusel-ish topping with pecans. But really, what’s better than a dessert in a side dish’s outfit? Here’s my question: could you serve this ice cream with your…
It’s just not right to turn on the oven when it’s 90° out, and therefore 90° in my flat. I pushed through two oven-heating sides for our BBQ feast Monday; there was no way I was going to be able to make/eat the warm peach goodness I had in mind. But don’t worry, you guys! This is chilly granita tastes just like peach pie! You should probably make this next time you’re craving pie or…
Owl you need is love. Who whooooo would you rather have as your Valentine? Owl always love you! Owl always think you’re a major hottie. Hootie hoo. These cookies could be given as Valentines. You could attach notes that say things like those ones up there. Owl bet everyone would really love it. Especially the one where you tell them they’re a major hottie. Did you know that coconut turns into owl feathers in the cookie…
I like molasses, pound cake and polka dots. I like Pioneer Sugar because it’s made in Michigan and I like brown eggs because they’re pretty. I like this Grandma Molasses because it smells good and that chicken bowl because it was my mom’s. I like my slippers, piping dots and parchment paper. I like the sun, windows, and this pound cake’s pretty complexion. And I really like how my house smelled like warm spices while…
When I was a kid, I thought carrot cake was super gross. Now I know better. It’s not scary at all; it’s just a really pretty orange spice cake with cream cheese frosting. I grated a pound of carrots. (While grating, I wondered why the YMCA doesn’t have a carrot-grating class, because it wore my arms out.) Anyhow, I grated them really teeny so that they wouldn’t be weird and crunchy in the cake, but…
I’ve been called “Sir” twice in my life. The first time was when I was working at a tuxedo rental shop. I was wearing a polka dotted dress and looking very much like a lady. But after this guy was all sized up for his tux, he said, “Thank you, Sir”, and scurried out. He returned momentarily and gave me a dollar for a tip … I think he was just giving me a dollar…