I wasn’t planning on posting these. The cupcake batter looked too runny, the coconut frosting too lumpy, and I didn’t even sample either before presenting them to my dad as a birthday gift. (Happy belated birthday, Daddy!) But when both my mom and dad wrote me that the treats were “awesome,” “beyond excellent,” and that they were eagerly awaiting my blog post, I saw down at the computer to write. Read more →
Boss breezed into the break room last Friday to grab a cup of freshly brewed coffee. But before he could take a gulp, he interrupted himself to complain about the sweet stench wafting around the coffee maker.
“Those bananas have got to go,” he said before striding back to his office. Confused, a coworker and I peer around until we located the fruit on top of the fridge. (We’re short, the fridge is tall, what can I say?) Brown with occasional small yellow spots, I could barely touch those bananas without squeezing their gooey insides out. Read more →
Bacon tastes delicious alongside of a steaming stack of buttermilk pancakes, a buttery Belgian waffle, or even in a fluffy three-egg omelet. But the pig doesn’t stop there. After breakfast, it stars in lunchtime sandwiches like the infamous BLT, a traditional turkey club, or on top of a crisp Cobb salad. Then for dinner, you can order a juicy bacon cheeseburger, a hot baked potato with bacon, or a creamy chowder with corn and bacon. And don’t forget the appetizers! Bacon-wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese, potato skins topped with bacon bits, or mini-bacon quiches… Read more →
I’m obsessed. It started with my discovery of “Cupcake Wars” on Hulu, then quickly progressed to countless hours of Googling photos and recipes of creative cupcakes. Because those searches had me drooling more than a newborn baby, I just had to try my hand at baking a batch of one (or five) of the different cupcakes I saw. Read more →
Betcha can’t make your cupcake rise half an inch away from the wrapper! Yes folks, that’s right, these cupcakes are quite literally floating on air. It’s no optical illusion; you can tell by the little dark stripe around the base of the pink paper liner. How’d I do it? Read more →
Fat Tuesday. I love all of the bright colors and celebrations, but Mardi Gras really only means one thing to me—king cake. Read more →
When I was little, everything had to be pink. My bedspread, the paint on my walls, my clothes… I threw a fit whenever my parents tried to put me in blue. That was a boy’s color! Read more →
