I have woken up every day this week thinking it was Friday. A cruel Groundhog Day of sorts. And while I won’t analyze too deeply why this is so, my disappointment in realizing it is not Friday quickly dissolves as I quietly leave our house in the cold, early hours to head to coach morning practice. There is such a peaceful stillness at that hour. The Christmas lights that outline the houses on my route blink and twinkle silently. Secretly. And while it is not Friday, I am once again excited for the holiday season. Groundhog Day continues….
There’s something so nostalgic about baking cookies. Whether you’ve made a cookie recipe a million times or never, the ritual is a familiar one. Combining the dough, taking a little taste only to make sure its just right, rolling it in your hands, filling the baking sheet with even rows, and waiting anxiously to try the first one out of the oven….
I am having a hard time with the fact that Thanksgiving is upon us. Having spent last weekend at what has become an annual Friendsgiving dinner celebration, as well as at a Thanksgiving brunch with some of my great coworkers (there were Thanksgiving carols involved. Yes, that’s right.), I’m a little more mentally prepared. I brought this pumpkin cream pie with coconut-pecan crust over to our Friendsgiving dinner, and let’s just say I hadn’t gotten all the kinks out yet….
A simple tart with a cocoa chocolate crust and a peanut butter mousse filling! Gluten-free, vegan, and refined sugar-free.
I turned 32 this last weekend. And 32 feels strikingly more adult than 31. I can’t really put my finger on it, but there is a definite difference, I’m sure of it. Maybe it comes with feeling more settled, not so transient anymore. Having come back to my roots a couple years ago, I finally feel home again. We have great friends, family, and co-workers here. A house that we can call ours (with stuff on the walls!)….
A buckle, you say. Or maybe it was the whiskey part that caught your eye. Either way, I’m with you. While in Napa Valley this summer, I picked up a berry-themed cookbook from a used bookstore that was filled with traditional rustic desserts: slumps, crisps, grunts, cobblers, and buckles. All meant to be simple, comforting, and full of seasonal fruit….
I have to be honest. Before this summer, I had never heard of a pavlova before. Then I saw them popping up on the interwebs loaded with beautiful summer berries, and I had to inspect further. Named after Russian ballerina Anna Pavlova, a traditional pavlova is a meringue dessert that is crisp on the outside and light and soft on the inside. Topped with whipped cream and fruit, it is transformed into a perfectly imperfect beauty….