Ummmm… Where did this month go?! Seriously… 3 more days, and BAM – Hello, Holiday Season! Despite it’s hasty arrival, I’m giddy to welcome all the merry festivities. Let’s embrace the pretty, the sparkly, and the overwhelming with a smile. A fully loaded credit card and pre-registration for a January 2nd bootcamp pilates class my…
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Fudgy Chocolate – Walnut Cookies
I woke up in such a funk today. Is it any surprise to see chocolate and cookies combined? I mean… it’s almost an unwritten law when my heart’s sinking fast. I don’t know who was tugging my mood strings today, but hoo-boy… I’ve been in a major snarl face mood. And really: I have no…
Continue ReadingPumpkin Swirl Blondies with Chocolate Chips
Blondies. BLONDIES. BlOnDiEs. bLONDies. BBBLLLLOOOONNDDIIEESSS. Yeesh. Sorry about that… Blondies are a secret obsession of mine. I guess I got a little excited to share these. You’ve had a blondie before… right? These little brown sugar butter bombs always satisfy my sweet tooth, and that’s not always an easy job. I’d take one over a…
Continue ReadingButternut Squash with Shallots and Sage
Butternut squash and I… we get on. It happens every Fall. I get that first taste of a sweet roasted or pan sauteed dish featuring this squash beauty and I get hooked – I can’t get enough of it! It’s healthy too. We care about that… right? Yes. Yes, we do… Sometimes we just gotta…
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It’s safe to say I crush hard on cookies. I know you do too. Cookies are just… great: they’re unpretentious, cute, sweet, and easily adaptable to whatever you desire. Now, only to find a man who fits that bill… ahem, I digress.
Continue ReadingCream Biscuits
Today, we’re talking about the letter B. Breakfast, biscuits, boys, baking, butter, belgium beer, Bon Iver… … …. The letter B is bomb. While we’re examining this fine list of B words, let’s jump back to the first two: Breakfast and Biscuits. Biscuits and Breakfast. My heart just skipped a beat. Breakfast is where it’s at,…
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