I shouldn’t have to use a lot of words to convince you that topping a sugar cookie with a scoop of your favorite ice cream and then smashing it all together with another sugar cookie is a good idea.
Huh?
That’s sort of a weird sentence. Did that make sense?
What I’m trying to say is… please just make these and share them with the people around you.
I’m gonna go wash my hair and put on lipstick… that’s what girls do, right?
This is a picture of me on a bridge, among the trees, wearing sporty shorts in Seattle.
This picture tells you a few things:
I’m not in a kitchen. I’m really excited about not being in a kitchen. My sister let me borrow her running shorts so I didn’t have to wear my bright purple yoga pants…. and I’m wearing a fashion scarf because I want to look cute even when I’m hiking four miles up a mountain.
Aaand.. I have several versions of this picture where my arms are raised too high, exposing a little belly. I’ve spared myself the shame of sharing those.
Let me show you what my Seattle times look like. Wanna see? Rad.
Were you wondering how many pounds of Rainier Cherries I’ve eaten in the four days I’ve been in Seattle? Well… just about six. Six pounds of cherries.
Were you wondering if you can get a terrible tummyache from too eating too many Ranier Cherries? Well… yes. Yes you can.
Wait… I just realized that this recipe is similiar to the Banana Bourbon Bread Pudding I just made. Yeesh. I’m on a baked bread and fruit and sugar kick. Bear with me.
Imagine how glorious your day would be if you took plain old, super soft white bread and baked it with milk and sugar, bananas and bourbon.
Seriously… what are you doing right now? Unless you’re shoe shopping or naked with someone you like… I think you should stop what you’re doing and at least think about making some bread pudding.
Bake Out with Jill and Joy. We’re at it again. We do a fair amount of giggling. We eat piping hot bread pudding and try to pretend that we’re not burning our freaking faces off. I also announce myself as the winner of the game of life… cause yea.
Last night was the night I nearly threw a television out of the window.
Here’s why:
Frank. Seriously. Frank and his stupid tank tops and his stupid rando ex-girlfriend and his stupid dramatic insecurities…. and man crying. Stupid sad piano music should follow Frank around for the rest of his life.
Remember… it was that time I ate my weight in Chex Mix and strawberry cheesecake.
Well! I’m headed back up to Seattle this week! There will be some serious sister time… and I’m dragging my Mom along too. I think we’re going to laugh for three straight days… then be on each other’s nerves for a day and a half. It happens that way sometimes.
Plans include: introducing my mom and sister to The Bachelorette tonight, drinking more coffee than necessary at every possible moment, hugging my sister’s head, meeting her new kitty Charlesbear and…. I dunno… do you wanna hang out? I’ll be at Top Pot… every Top Pot I can find. I’ll be the girl with a giant doughnut in my face. Keep your eyes peeled for that.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Yesterday was one of those days where important things break, other things fall apart, and you’re compelled to self soothe with tuna melts, french fries and beer… and a prayer or two… or three, or four.
The day started off with such promise. I decided to take in the sweltering Los [...]
Baked pancakes with two kinds of frosting… that’s basically what I’m asking you to put into your face today.
But first… here are the three questions I have swirling around my brain this afternoon:
- At what point in the dating process can I start shaving my legs less often? I’d like to be prepared for that [...]
There’s a certain dress I put on when I want to feel pretty. It shows lots of shoulder, cuts right at the skinny part of my body and maaaaybe there’s a tiny peak of side boob. I heard that showing off a little side boob is totally in this summer. Lucky us, ladies… lucky us. [...]
I sleep in the middle of the bed. I think I might hog the pillows. I read a book in bed with a headlamp on my head. It’s dorky. Sometimes I fall asleep with the light on… mostly because I’m scared of murderers and not because I just happen to fall asleep with the light [...]
This might look like a pile of my unmentionables. Wait… does anyone call underwear ‘unmentionables’ anymore?
Well… they’re not my unmentionables. They’re bathing suits. Underwear that you wear in public. Downright horrifying.
I hate bikinis.
But I still want to look like a babe in one. Wait… does anyone ever feel like a babe in [...]
Now that’s a pie.
Warm lemony berry filling that spills when sliced. A crisp and flaky sugar topped crust. Imperfect crust crimping and slightly burned edges.
Let me tell you a few secrets about pies. They’re a lot of work. They’re never perfect. Sometimes they burn. Sometimes they bubble. And somehow a slightly warm, [...]
We’ve talked about pie crust before, you and I.
I thought today might be a good day for a little refresher. The breeze outside is mighty fine, the sun seems pretty friendly, I’ve got chilled butter in the fridge, and… tomorrow I want to show you how to make a double crusted berry pie… so [...]
I’m twenty nine years old. I’m an adult. I pay my bills. I do my taxes. I go to jury duty. I stand in line at the post office without heavy sighs. I floss too! I totally floss.
And yet. Somehow. I thought it would be ok… not just ok, but reasonable… not just reasonable… [...]
Right now, all I can think about is raw Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.
But… that’s not why we’re here today. Today we have to talk about rice and beans and vegetables. I just want you to know that what I’m really thinking about it… cookie dough. Oooh cookie dough.
Ok.. let’s focus. I’ve been [...]
So what’s the deal with this Buttery Sweet Dough Bakery Emulsion?
A few of you asked what this mysterious stuff was… you seemed pretty serious… I don’t want to get beat up.
Let me tell you about this baking gunk.
Buttery Sweet Dough Bakery Emulsion is like a baking extract… like a vanilla or an artificial butter [...]
