Food, Family, Faith, and Fun — all wrapped up in one!
I have never enjoyed baking — too much measuring, math and accuracy is required, and it feels a little restrictive to me. Cooking is more free-form, while baking requires that I follow the rules in order to be successful. That’s where my rebellious nature kicks in:
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
One of the first gardens I planted was filled with every black flower I could find. This was somewhat of a fad during the Victorian era, which I find intriguing. Can you imagine elegant women in long, floofy dresses tending gardens? That might be as difficult as imagining ME working in flowerbeds. But I tried.
Long ago and far away I had large glass jars with dry mixes for everything – waffles, soups, muffins, hot cocoa, pudding, etc. Days spent at the farm with little kids under foot were made simpler that way, and edible gifts were created in pretty canning jars with the “help” of said kids.
Yup! This is totally happening right now! This year may have been unpredictable, challenging, and downright weird, but Bailey’s released their own chocolate chips! I hear angels singing! My favorite dessert cocktail is the “iron butterfly”, which is vodka, Kalua, and Bailey’s. If I were to choose a favorite milkshake, it would be a “mudslide”, … Read more Bailey’s Fudge
I like to daydream about winning the lottery — how I would choose to spend and give away the money, and how winning wouldn’t change who I am. But alas, I’ve never purchased a lottery ticket in my life. And record Power Ball winnings pale in comparison to these little gems!
One of the best memories I have is coming home from school – even as a teenager – to the smell of freshly baked cookies. My mother would sit at the table with us, pour a glass of milk, and listen as we chatted about our day.
I should have been a boy scout. As the middle of 3 girls, I considered myself a tomboy. Of course, life wasn’t very rough and rugged while we flitted from music lesson to art course to language class, even though I could play a mean game of kickball. But I still live by the boy scout motto: BE PREPARED.
It seems like every child in Sweden is capable of making kladdkaka on their own by age 8. Kids grow up helping Mom and Grandma bake this wonderful and simple treat. In fact, most people I know have made kladdkaka so many times that they don’t even need to measure the ingredients.
I seem to be caught in an ice cream state of mind. There may be all sorts of reasons, such as summer time heat and sunshine, but mostly it’s because I love ice cream.
I don’t like to argue, and I don’t like to debate. But I cannot decide whether these are muffins or cupcakes. There is a dangerously fine line between the two!!! These are decadently sweet and drizzled with chocolate, but they contain good-for-you vegetables. So you will have to decide on your own: cupcakes? or muffins? MUFFCAKES
