Christmas is coming, amiright? It’s hurling towards us at warp speeds. I haven’t bought or made a single gift. I don’t know what I will be baking. I’m in stage four Christmas denial. I know, I know. I don’t want to talk about it.
But, in my quest to un-denial myself (I don’t think that’s a thing), I teamed up with some of my blogging buddies to bring you 12 grain-free Christmas treats! Enjoy! Okay… let’s go drown our worries in cookies and cake. You in? Continue reading →
Note: This post was written under the influence of a Cinnamon Maple Bourbon Sour. Although delicious, they may influence you to write an open and loving dialogue directly to Bourbon itself. I just thought you should know. I apologize if you feel awkward. I know I do. Carry on…
Funny to run into you here. We just keep on meeting like this, don’t we? I’m into it. I’d much rather run into you than say, Mike’s Hard Lemonade. I ran into that dude a lot in college. He was a real headache. So, what I’m trying to say is… It’s nice to see you.
To say you don’t like cookies, would be like saying you don’t like happiness. Or puppies. Or air to breathe. Sure, there’s probably a variety of cookie you may avoid due to preference, allergies, or dietary restrictions – but who the heck doesn’t like the idea of a cookie?
I LOVE cookies.When I was young, we used to buy a big tub of cookie dough at Costco, which my brother and I would attack with a spoon (salmonella be damned!). I used to take a to-go box from my college cafeteria, and fill the entire thing with fresh-baked cookies. I’d go so far as to say that most of life’s problems can be calmed with a fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk (or almond milk in the case of my early-30′s, late-onset lactose intolerance). There’s a great scene in the film Stranger Than Fiction that covers this idea.
Okay… so maybe that’s a very short and slightly random list, but you get the point. Crispy chicken skin is on that list. If they sold warm bits of crispy chicken skin in a bag like potato chips, I’d probably buy it. If I could eat said crispy bits while listening to jazz and petting a polar bear? Game over. I mean, really. Continue reading →
The season overtook me. I broke out the big guns and made pie crust from scratch. Shizz got real. Perhaps a little too real.
It all started with these Gluten-Free Buttermilk & Apple Hand Pies. You can head on over to that post and read about the trials and tribulations of baking a pie. Long story short, following directions is not my strong suit. Sometimes I get a little fast and loose with my measurements. Pie crust is not the place for this. Pie crust is math class. There are rules. Luckily there is also butter. This automatically makes pie crust better than math class. Life rule. Continue reading →