My mother is a very reasonable woman. She’s practical. Rational. When it comes to food, she’s even more so. While I’m cooking up bacon ice cream with salted caramel topping, she’s putting together a delicate sponge with fresh berries. When I’m all butter cream and marshmallows, she’s whipped cream and a touch of bitter chocolate. … Continue reading
Truths: 3.14 is National Pi Day! Oreo turned 100 last week! I’m in need of some comfort food tonight Comfort=chocolate pudding My dad’s side of the family hails from western Pennslyvania, and while much of the family tree has dispersed to more cosmopolitan regions, Oreo pudding combos were at every family reunion I can remember. … Continue reading
If you are ever in El Castillo, Costa Rica, near Arenal, follow the hand painted road signs to Pizza John’s. Down a gravel road and through a a garden hedge you will stumble upon some of the best pizza anywhere, ever. (Including New York, Chicago, and Italy.) We wandered in from the road like strangers … Continue reading
Every Lifestyle magazine tells me the same thing: Superbowl=brownies. Not sure why. One would think with all the chili/wings/fried chicken/pulled pork sliders with Doritos crushed into the buns/bacon greased everything that dessert would consist of an orange slice or a stomach pump. But if Martha, et al tell me it is the perfect time for … Continue reading
I’m the kind of girl who likes to have my proverbial cake and eat it too. Dance all night but get up for early morning yoga. Settle in but not settle down. Free fall with a safety harness on. I’m also the kind of girl who does not buy into the whole single-girl-woe-is-me-I’ll-get-a-cat-instead mentality. I … Continue reading
I went to New Zealand during part of the rainy season. Surprisingly we had great weather, save a few torrentially rainy days that prohibited outdoor activities. On one such day, we went to the local tourist office to see what what we could do. My friend and I were in wine country and wandering around … Continue reading
Its been a long week. (I know, it’s Monday.) I’m tired. I have a grumpy. So even though it is still only October, its officially holiday baking time! Okay, technically, nothing holiday-y about it, but I tend to associate figs with winter and snow and holidays and Christmas Club. My momma was telling me about … Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 