It just starts as a mound of flour and eggs. This mound could transform into so many things. A loaf of bread, cinnamon rolls, cookies, dumplings. Today it will become pasta. Continue reading
I love making food for football games. Especially food that can sit in the slow cooker all day and get better and better and permeate the whole house with enticing aromas. Even more, I like food that can be made ahead of the game so I can watch it! Continue reading
I never said I was up to date. I may be a human calendar, but I am quite often late to the dance. Whether it was catching up to the scrunchie trend in middle school, or getting my sister her birthday present, I figure good things (and style) come to those who wait. You never know how quickly a trend might go out of style (are skinny jeans ever going to go out?), or someone might change their mind and all the sudden the gift you bought for them is now yours (funny how that happens to my benefit sometimes). So, I figured the recipes for all the treats that I made on my Post-Christmas-Christmas-Baking on New Year’s Eve Eve could wait until I was good and ready. They could wait until I felt like I could handle another bit of indulgence after the holidays (I was ready on January 2 by the way). And really, this recipe is a year round recipe. Even more than the Hot Cocoa Cookies and the Eggnog Filled Pecan Florentine Cookies. Continue reading
Eggnog. Is this one of those love it or hate it foods like cilantro and anchovies? One that if you didn’t tell a proclaimed cilantro/anchovy/eggnog avoider that there was cilantro/anchovy/eggnog in the fabulous food you were about to serve them, they would never even know it was there. In fact, they would go on to rave about it, but there was something in there they couldn’t quite put their finger on. Continue reading
I If you know me, you know I am a pretty healthy person. I exercise regularly (maybe to a fault), and I eat a fairly balanced diet (sometimes I even excel at balancing cookies, kale, buttermilk biscuits and coconut water). I take my vitamins, I don’t smoke, and I don’t drink excessive alcohol (but don’t ask Matt about New Year’s Eve). If you know me, you have rarely, if ever, seen me sick. I don’t get the sniffles, I scoff at the flu (I swear I had every intention of getting a flu shot last fall), and if I feel something coming on, I will go run it out, or go to hot yoga and sweat it out.
Who doesn’t like chocolate chips in their peanut butter cookies? An 83-year-old lady in hospice that can drink, think and eat whatever she wants, that is who. Continue reading
These crazy seventy degree days mixed in with the forty degree days has me a bit confused. One day I am biking outside without arm warmers, the next I am running in leggings and mittens with snow flurries falling around me. I relish in both. Last week I stepped out for a run and had snowflakes on my eyelashes. I loved the cool air in my lungs, I felt like I could run forever. Yesterday I went for a two-hour bike ride and was able to shed my extra layers at the halfway point. Running and riding over the fallen leaves makes me happy. I love the crinkling sound they make. If there was one thing that represented fall to me, it would be that sound. Not the gorgeous changing leaves, not the crisp air. The sound of crunching leaves. Continue reading