Hi there! I feel a bit like a ghost coming back from the grave to haunt my former life – it’s been a while since my last post, yes? Somehow I thought I might still carve out a little time here on a regular basis, even after little dude came along, but I think perhaps I was, well, wildly optimistic. For the most part I’m just Continue reading
So, it’s October. And I’m 6.52 months pregnant. Yes, pregnant, again. Have I mentioned that? Continue reading
I’ve been writing a lot of blog posts in the shower lately. Well, not *literally* writing them . . . showers and computers don’t coexist peacefully, after all. But in my head, in the shower, post after post just comes rolling out. It’s too bad, really. If only I had a shower-proof computer those posts might actually see the light of day. Why the shower? Continue reading
What to do with leftover marshmallow peeps? S’more them! The peep above is a homemade marshmallow version, but the store bought ones work just fine, too. I used a jumbo peanut butter cookie for my base – since I had a batch just out of the oven – but you can use anything you have on hand, cookie, graham cracker, etc. Top with chocolate (mine was ganache from a batch of truffles, but a piece of chocolate bar works better). Then top with your choice of marshmallow peep creature. Place under your broiler AND DO NOT WALK AWAY. It should only take a couple of minutes to melt the chocolate, goo-ify the marshmallow, and caramelize everything nicely. I’m a burnt marshmallow smore type of girl, which is good because I did take one small step away from my oven and sure enough, my peep went from golden brown to smoky black in that instant. But still, so very tasty!
People, let it be known – I have found Confectionery Nirvana. And it lives at the intersection of David Lebovitz and Shauna Sever. Which should come as no surprise to any of you who spend any time
drooling over reading food blogs.
It all started way back in 2009 when I saw David’s post about caramelized white chocolate. It immediately caught my eye, since I often have white chocolate “discards” from my business – pieces which chipped when they came out of a mold, which can’t be melted down again because they have cocoa butter designs which change the color of the chocolate. Still tasty, but as I’m not a huge white chocolate fan, what to do with all of it? Enter David Lebovitz – also known as My Hero – and his super easy (and brilliant) technique of slow cooking the white chocolate until all the sugars caramelize Continue reading
One of my favorite snacks has always been popcorn. Growing up, we used to have family TV nights (those were the days we didn’t watch TV constantly, remember that?) where we would gather around a big bowl of popcorn and watch the latest episode of Battlestar Gallactica. You know, the original version. With Dirk Benedict as Starbuck. Dreamy. *sigh*
First, a little business. The winner of the Choco-Case and Chocolate Giveaway, according to the True Random Number Generator over at http://www.random.org, is . . . .drum roll please . . . commenter number three, Jo B! Here’s Jo’s comment:
- I love Jamie Olivers new app for recipes, really handy way to view and do them, what a fab case, will make me hungry, oh and chococolate too, drooling now.
I’ll be contacting Jo shortly to make arrangements for transfer of the goods. Thanks for playing!
Now, on to some more sweet stuff – actual new recipes! Woot! I’ve got a few stacked up and waiting for you, and (cross fingers knock wood evil eye to the sky) should be able to get back into a more regular posting routine. Or something like that.
First up, some delicious cookie bars with a bit of nostalgia, at least for me. Summer has finally shown up – at least for the moment – here in the Pacific Northwest . . . although recent headlines (like this beastly one) would suggest we’re not done with the ick.
So, I went straight from The Blahs into a full-on winter cold. Which feels ironic, since we’ve been experiencing what I call “Fake Spring” here in the Pacific Northwest–unseasonably warm temperatures, a suspicious lack of water falling from the sky, and *gasp* sunshine. And since I haven’t been sick, really for real sick, in more than two years, I’m being a big baby about it. A BIG WHINING BABY. I am sitting on the couch all day, sniffling and moaning and blowing my nose. Fortunately, the only witnesses are the dog and the cat, and they ain’t talkin’.
Ahhh, sorry, out of town and (gasp) without much of an internet connection for the last 6 days. But more about that later. Right now, I need to tell you something. I am a peanut fanatic. Born and bred, from a long line of peanut–and more importantly, peanut butter–fanatics. Some of my earliest memories are of my grandfather spreading peanut butter on his slice of ice cream . . . yes, slice, because he would always open up the rectangular carton of ice cream and cut it into slices. An engineer at heart. And my dad, melting a combination of peanut butter and butter, to pour over freshly popped popcorn before our family TV nights (Battlestar Gallactica, anyone?). Just the memory makes my mouth water.
We spread peanut butter on our pancakes and french toast, before adding syrup. We always chose the peanut butter milkshake at the ice cream place in the summer, and peanut butter pie–oh my–with a thick layer of whipped cream topping was always a favorite dessert. And peanuts, oh peanuts we ate by the fistful.