I’ve been toting around the tagline made from scratch for a couple years. But it didn’t feel right until now. Homemade marshmallows have been mastered. This wasn’t my first rodeo though. A couple summers ago I made them (different recipe) and forced them down my poor family’s throat. They were entirely ho-hum. As was my reputation and dream of roasting homemade marshmallows around the campfire.
You might remember Christmas in a Bowl. Layers of homemade brownies, white chocolate peppermint mousse, and dark chocolate pudding. It’s decadent, rich, and a must-have this time of year. But I’ve decided to extend the Christmas in a Bowl family. At 12:25 early yesterday afternoon, Christmas in a Cookie was born. The labor was quick. Much faster than Christmas in a Bowl. She’s tiny but packs a festive punch. Read more
I never knew the simple magic of sparkling cranberries until a friend introduced them to me. Soaked in a sugar bath the night before, these require a little forethought, but that’s the only thing complicated about them. Drain and sprinkle with sugar for dazzling results. They’re sweet, but not too sweet, and still plenty start. Serve in a bowl or top a cake or add to a cheeseboard. Just make these sparkling cranberries. Read more
I found my new favorite pie. And it doesn’t have apples in it. It’s sweet with an unassuming flavor. And a perfect interior texture that will leave you asking for more. It’s similar to the famous apple pie, yet different enough to make you wonder what just hit your taste buds. Without further adieu, it’s my honor to introduce you to The Pear Pie. Read more
This post is a bittersweet one. Bitter because this is the last post on this blogging platform, wordpress.com. We’ve been together almost 4 years now. But sweet because I’m getting a brand new shiny site. Read more details at the bottom of the post, like what to expect and how to keep receiving updates, etc. Things are a changing. For the better. Read more
Have you heard a heart beat before? Sometimes I like to sit and watch the vein pulse on my husband’s neck. It’s rhythmic. It’s comforting. It’s my favorite feeling.
My sister and I came home this weekend. She’s in school to become a Physician Assistant. She pulled out her stethoscope, and we started listening. To my heart. It beats slow and steady. To her heart. Slightly faster than mine. To my mom’s heart. It’s even faster with a gurgle. She has Mitral Valve Prolapse. Read more
This cake is my nod to fall. My nod that it’s coming. But not here yet. I may be wearing my favorite sweatshirt and yoga pants already. Working with the windows open. That’s allowing the tinniest of chills to blow through our apartment. Drinking warm coffee in the morning instead of iced. And we may have gone pear-picking already. Read more
