Candy Corn Sugar Cookies
My neighborhood is quiet, the homes are few and far between. I rarely even have any trick-or-treaters. But, they're the perfect excuse to buy bags of candy corn and mellowcreme pumpkins. It's a bad excuse, no one ever hands out loose candy.
I'm standing by my method of rationalizing. There's reason in it somewhere.
Can you believe that it's almost Halloween? I mean, hurray for that fact, but it's scary-strange how fast this
Luckily I had these brownies on hand to remind me that yes, it's still fall and the big stress-ball is about 2 months away.
Is it wrong to be semi-addicited to candy corn? Actually, what I really love are the mellowcreme pumpkins! It's sad how much I look forward to seeing them on the store-shelves every year.
Brach's makes the best mellowcreme pumpkins (and candy corn). You can tell they're the best because they have just a hint of saltiness that balances out the honey. It's that salty sweetness that makes them so irresistible.
Some of the knock-off versions...pure sugar. You can tell right away that something is missing.
I have no shame about sharing my level of expertise on this issue. :p
I've already discussed the phenomenon known as coffee shop-stage fright. But I'd like to delve deeper into this issue. When I order a frou-frou drink, it's a treat. I am treating myself for doing good things like pilates, yoga, or for allowing someone to pull in front of me on the highway. And even though I feel that I've earned the right to a calorie-laden caffeinated cup of 16oz bliss, I cringe when asked if I'd like whole milk or skim.
Of course I want whole milk, I just don't want to have to say that I want it.
Autumn is the perfect season for brownies...brownies, favourite books and Simon & Garfunkel. Fresh ginger-infused brownies are an ideal match for a cozy novel and a weathered chair. I rarely make a recipe more than once, but these rich, moist brownies were worth another visit.
Lemon Chess Tart
Why do some drivers insist on keeping their cars 10-inches away from the rear of mine, as though we're caught in some cosmic, magnetic force field. Can't they see the gigantic tank going 10 miles under the speed limit that's right in front of me?
I'm the Jan Brady of the road. It seems like I'm almost always sandwiched between a slow driver and a speedaholic. But maybe we all think of ourselves this way...as good drivers who run into not-so-good drivers. I'm sure if I struck up a conversation with the tortoise and the hare, both would complain about each other, and me for being in the way of their unspoken feud.
Tuesdays with Dorie: Basic Biscuits
I'll get to these charming little biscuits in a second.
First I'd like to thank one of my lovely readers for letting me know that some of my food photos were being used without my knowledge or permission. Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I've never had to deal with this kind of situation before, and it made me a bit nauseous. Have I been too naive in thinking that photos could be used without asking? I'd hate to think so. When someone asks if they can use a photo, my camera and I are truly flattered, and I always say yes. All I ask is that they give credit where credit is due.
I've always wanted blonde hair. A hair-stylist once told me that I could pull it off. My friends said No way. I listened to my friends. Last week though, I came *this* close to doing it. But as I was on my way, trying to decide between a shade of light caramel or deep butterscotch, I noticed the dark eyebrows looking back at me in the rear view mirror...they decided to side with my friends. Traitors.
Coconut Ginger Cake
When it comes to baking layer cakes, my oven refuses to cooperate. If it were human, my oven would be a spiteful curmudgeon. The stubborn sort who'd make a face and press their lips together when you try to be nice by offering them a bite of something delicious. But it's also quite wily, and takes great pleasure in throwing last-minute curve balls.
I tried to pull a fast one by pretending to prepare a sheet cake instead of a layer cake. Apparently, even when I don't make direct eye contact, my oven still knows what I'm doing.
Spiced Brown Sugar Cookies
In my cupboard sits a small container of ground cayenne pepper. It sits and waits and hopes that it's sole purpose in life is not to be part of some cleanse diet.
Never fear, cayenne pepper, I promise to give meaning to your existence by incorporating you into as many brownies, cookies, and cakes as I see fit. Lemon juice and maple syrup, that goes for you too.
I've made peace with the tasty trio. We're all friends again. Now let's talk cookies, shall we?