Along with a few other vices, I have an inexplicable addiction to Brach's mallow pumpkin candy. But it has to be Brach's. The other brands lack that salted-honey aftertaste.
Everyone has a weakness, something that has the power to break them in half like a #2 pencil. I don't eat fried foods very often, and I rarely ever prepare something for the sake of frying it. The reason behind this has less to do with health and more to do with the fact that I turn into a Hoover vacuum cleaner whenever it's within my radar.
This pie started out with such high hopes and unpretentious goals. It had all the potential of becoming the perfect, juicy, flaky-crusted pie of my dreams. And it was...up until I slipped it into the oven.
Is there anything that the assertive, toffee-like flavour of caramel can't fix? Honestly, I don't think there is. Take, for example, this recipe. I've never been a huge pumpkin pie fan, yet every year I give it another chance in the hope that my taste buds have matured enough to find the secret pleasure that other people seem to find within it's soft, squashy confines.
"Oh My Ganache!" Cookies
Stuffed like a healthy string of crab pots, these cookies are ready to be off loaded straight into mouth harbor. And don't even bother to keep count, these are so rich, chewy and decadent, even Greenmitts will feel like they've hit the motherload with only one share. After the long grind of scoop, bake, and spread, you can relax with an ice-cold glass of milk, stare off into the distance, and think about the recipes yet to come.
Sweet and Salty Cake
Layer cakes hate me. They never fail to foil my attempts at symmetry. No matter how much pleading and 'nice talk' that occurs between the satanic cake pans and myself, they always end up throwing me under the bus at the last minute.