The holidays means baking. It also means being so busy with all the baking to even put up a blog post of delicious treats. Oh yeah, and work too. I have to remind myself that I have job and it’s not being covered in flour every day. I love the magic of the holiday but it always seems to creep up on me and then I have negative 5 days to get everything ready. But at least my house smells like pine trees. And pumpkin. And cozy sweater. Yep. I am obsessed with Yankee Candle.
If there was ever a list of top holiday treats cookies would definitely be at the top of that list. And not just any cookies: sugar cookies. I don’t have a friend who doesn’t have memories of decorating cookies with their parents. And of course there was always more frosting on my face than on the cookie, I love those memories. Mini Sarah with a blue/red/green mouth getting sick off cookies is a pretty hilarious image. I never was a cookie girl. But I love frosting so much. Royal icing? That is a whole different ball game. I have never made my own or worked with it as a grown up so I thought this would be a good time to start. This being The Great Blogger Cookie Swap. Yep, I’m back. Last year it was all about spicey nutella goodness. This year, my decorating skills are being perfected and the holiday spirit is alive and well.
This cookie swap is the brainchild of a couple of awesomely talented — and just awesome — bloggers and if it means donating my time in cookies for kids with cancer I am down. 180 percent. For this project each blogger donates to Cookies For Kids Cancer and we raised over $14,000! Cookies + Kids: definitely something I can get behind! I imagine all the kids will love the festive decorated cookies I made. I didn’t even let my boyfriend taste any! Except the broken ones. Everyone knows you don’t send reject cookies to friends. Part of this swap is to send cookies to three other bloggers and I would then get three different sets of cookies from three other bloggers. It’s an awesome plan and when fully executed, it’s really the greatest thing. I love giving goodies as presents more than I love getting them. And three separate presents of cookies is an amazing thing. Continue reading
I can’t believe its already time to prep for Thanksgiving. Which basically means it’s Christmastime. My favorite. Between traveling for work and working late nearly every night over the past few weeks I barely have time for baking aka stress relieving to the max. I do get to sneak in delicious projects likes these:
Which is a very good thing. I’d probably go insane if I didn’t. No seriously. Intense baking projects are my saving grace.
One of my favorite memories of living in Massachusetts is going apple picking with my family. My youngest brother was only 5 at the time and I remember making him climb the trees to get the really good apples, which he would drop in my bucket. Picking apples was always fun, but since I easily get distracted I never really stuck with it. I was always more excited about the apple – flavored treats. I was ready for a break before I began. And I’m always ready for these.
Obviously I’m obsessed with pumpkin. As evident from this, this, or this. I also have a brand new Pumpkin Section in my recipe section (check it out). I love experimenting with pumpkin in a variety of baked goods, and while I always intend to branch out to non-sweets, I just never seem to get around it. Or I’m just really so much in love with dessert to ever stray from that. But not this time. This time, I combined two of my favorite things into one awesome dish that I will continue to make all winter long. Because it is freaking delicious. And it’s pumpkin season until the snow is gone gone gone.
If you are like me (or you are a normal person), you like cozy foods. My favorite things about the colder weather is my blanket and eating yummy things. Like Shepard’s Pie, Chili, Guinness Beef Stew, all things made by my boyfriend. Because why mess around in that department when he does such a good job already? And we all know I should stick with the sugar, flour, butter concoctions. But when my personal chef is not around I have to fend for myself. And I do a pretty good job. With this.
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“Will you love me more if I make you cookies?”
This is the question I asked my boyfriend as I was debating what to bake over the weekend. Since the calendar says it is fall, even though the weather says summer (which, by the way, is totally fine by me) it basically means its baking season. It’s actually more like pre-season, since we all know baking is a winter sport. But all I want to do when I’m not rowing an absorbent amount of meters on the rowing machine is bake things. And eat a lot of bread. You know, so different from my normal routine.
We have previously established that every single male anywhere loves cookies. And they really love oatmeal raisin cookies. In fact, this blog alone has a few oatmeal raisin cookie recipes, and I’m not really even the biggest fan. This just proves that I’m not the heartless wench I believe I am. Don’t tell anyone. Or I will probably kill you. Or just withhold cookies. Which is absolutely just as bad.
It’s getting crazy over here and I totally did it again. Now that the humidity has left us (I miss you already, Summer) and I really need a sweatshirt on my way to the gym, Fall is officially here. But I’m still wearing flip-flops, so it’s really not that bad. Oh. And pumpkin is back in my life. So I’m pretty sure I can deal for now. I started this season with a BANG and I sense no amount of slowing down. I’ve busted out one batch of pumpkin bread, waffles, and now I bring you: ice cream.
It’s in the 50s in the AM and I don’t need ice cream every moment, except it’s never far from my mind. And my new neighborhood has an ice cream truck that passes by our apartment no less than 5 times at night. The one with a bells and music. I’m basically 6 years old every time it passes. But then it reminds me of being little when the truck would come to beach and my mom wouldn’t let me get any ice cream. It’s pretty traumatic to think about. Except now I’m a grown-up and make ice cream whenever I want. And then curl up in a blanket. Forever a child, obviously. So once again, I’ve got ice cream on the brain. Ugh. When will it end. Never. I’m gonna go with never.