Nothing makes you reevaluate your words, actions and unintentional mannerisms quite like spending your days with a 2-foot-tall mimic. Toddlers come with an innate talent for reflecting the good, not-so-good and do-I-really-do-that kinds of qualities in the people around them, and our Beany girl has taken to this age-required aptitude with zeal. Our regular conversations…
The house where Gretel lives: Peanut butter marshmallow sandwich cookies
The home that I grew up in, though happy and loving and magical beyond measure, was not one to be overrun by sweets. That’s not to say that we didn’t have our fair share of sugar on occasion — there were holidays, the intermittent Oreos and my mom’s famous mile-high snickerdoodles — but the typical…
It’s time to meet the blondies
The season of sugar is upon us, and though I fully intend to stay waist deep in an assortment of tried and true cookie recipes from now until the New Year (I promise I will share!), I’m always game for a bit of newness as far as flour and sugar and butter are concerned. You’d…
A snack for ghouls and goblins: Super simple sweet potato chips
Happy Halloween! Can you believe it’s the end of October already? I know, I know. That “Can you believe it’s already” business is totally broken record speak by now, but seriously, this year has flown by. I’ve been trying to think of something fun to post on Halloween for a while now, but unfortunately my…
Pumpkin picking and the punkin’ snaps reboot
For the second year in a row, Jared and I have been less than successful in taking advantage of the apple utopia that is North Carolina in the fall. I suppose we have an excuse for missing out on the fun last year. We were new to the area, and my pleasantly plural physique tired…
An experiment in fall flavor fusion: Punkin’ snaps
Fall is home to two of the very best flavors in the entire universe: pumpkin and ginger. Once the chilly weather hits, few weeks go by when our apartment doesn’t dance in the scent of all that baked-goodness wafting from the kitchen. In fact, the decision of what to bake this time of year is…
Voice for the misunderstood: Prune coffee cake
Consider the following correspondence, unearthed from an archive of never-been-printed-but-could-have-changed-the-culinary-world-as-we-know-it advice columns: Dear Abby, Lately we’ve been feeling quite misunderstood. Every time we try to make new friends, we’re met with crinkled noses and rejection. Is it us? Are we not sweet enough? Not pretty enough? People love our smaller cousins; they’re always invited to…
Let’s go camping: S’mores cupcakes and a campfire baby shower
Having a little girl is the best, most fun adventure I’ve ever been on, and I sure wouldn’t trade our little Beany for anything in the world. I happily shop for hair bows, dresses and bunches of pink, and I dare say there’s nothing cuter than our girl in a tiny pair of jeggings. But…
For when the moon is blue: Chewy chocolate brownies
I feel about chocolate the same way I feel about hamburgers. Most of the time, most days of the year, I’m perfectly happy to live my life without them. But once in a blue moon — we’re talking every few months or so maybe — when a craving hits, the need absolutely envelops me. I…
The cookie was calling me
I am a person who speaks to kitchen appliances. I talk to my dog like she’s my second human child, and the voices I bestow upon inanimate objects are louder than I should probably admit. But last week, a cookie called to me. And when a cookie calls, you answer. Through a rumbling tummy and…
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