You guys know I’m not a baker. I mean, I can do it. I have done it. But I don’t always have patience for the precision required for true blue baking, and I’m constantly disappointed when I tinker the shit out of a recipe and then it doesn’t work out. It’s a gamble. I should know the odds. (If you can imagine, I’m not a great sport at gambling. I’ll lose $40 on slots and spend the remainder of the weekend sulking about the number of clearance t-shirts and fancy toasts I could have spent it on instead. Woe is … Read More
Orange-Pecan Sticky Buns
We’re down to one nap. Have we talked about this yet? We’re down to one nap. And while it’s a helluva lot easier to schedule our days around a single snooze, it’s a doozy for my personal time. And my email inbox. And the taking of photographs during (diminishing) daylight hours. Oh, and also my sanity. See again: lack of personal time. Remember the days when Lana would snooze on my boob to the tune of a Pretty Little Liars marathon? I’m pretty sure I was still too busy fuh-reaking out about new parent shit at the time to fully appreciate … Read More
pumpkin pie milkshakes with pumpkin spice caramel and maple whip (df)
Let me first address the obvious here, because I bet someone out there is just itching to say it: a milkshake without dairy is not a true milkshake. I know this is the popular opinion, and even in my own heart, I know it to be true. But there’s something to be said for getting really, really, really close. And then taking some titular liberties. Ha. Titular. If you’ve been around this blog for any part of the autumn season before, you know it becomes kind of a squash and pumpkin show. I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m the biggest pumpkin (or even … Read More
olive oil brownies with candied bacon + pecans
Hold on to yer hats, everybody. I’ve been baking again. And somehow I always choose to do so on days when it’s sweatstache weather. Or maybe it’s just always going to be sweatstache weather from here on out. Is this just how we’re going to roll for, like, always? Seriously, I feel like how The Rock looks in pretty much every F&F franchise movie (or, more accurately, every movie ever). That is: dripping with perspiration to the point where you just assume there’s a tiny person off camera whose entire job consists of soaking him down with a tiny mister … Read More
curried peach hand pies
It’s peach season peeeeyotches! Holla if ya hear me. Peaches make me think of two things: 1) Face/Off. Which, despite Nick Cage’s sickko one liner about, um, peaches, remains one of the best worst movies ever. 2) PIE! When I was a kiddo, our neighbors had a Babcock peach tree with a limb that draped liberally into our yard and sagged heavy with juicy, white-fleshed fruit, ripe for the poaching. In summer evenings when the valley heat calmed down a beat, my mom would throw open the windows — thus inviting inward the sweetest delta breeze to ever kiss my pillowcase — … Read More