Posts Tagged ‘dessert’

This is my absolute favorite time of the year, the end of summer and cusp of fall. You can still order iced coffee during the day, but it’s too chilly to leave your windows open overnight. When it’s sunny, there isn’t any humidity, and you can feel fall in every breeze.

This fall I’m particularly nostalgic because I won’t be returning to school. A new school year highlights the excitement of the transitioning seasons. For the past 16 years of my life, I’ve defined the new year not as New Year’s Day but as the first week of school. Does the clean slate, newness of fall go away now that school is over?

It doesn’t have to. We just need to create our own fresh starts.

Stone fruit season is almost over, but you can still salvage summer with these tartlets. Plums are the best right now, and I’ve already mentioned my intimate relationship with mascarpone.

P.s. Check out my friend Megan’s awesome new blog, Sequins and Shortbread. She made a killer pie — also with stone fruit!

So what’s your fresh start?



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I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I would bake for this blog post. I had every intention of making something that was light and had fresh fruit — a guilt-free something that anyone who’s  from the #paleo school of thought could enjoy.

Who am I kidding? Paleo? ME? Truth of the matter is I knew within minutes of regaining consciousness this morning that I wanted something with peanut butter and chocolate. So at 7:30 this morning, before even brushing my teeth, I came downstairs and started measuring out sugar, butter and peanut butter.

And here’s the result.

Sometimes you just have to shut out all the problems of the world and bake. Bake something that could give you diabetes if consumed regularly.  You have to skip the gym, skip your Chobani and blueberries and eat one twelve of these decadent cookies for breakfast.

That’s what I told myself this morning… it’s what I’m sticking to, and damn do I feel good about it.

Full disclosure — this shot has been glammed-out on Photoshop. I lah-lah-love it.


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Tomorrow is President’s Day, and if you’re a teacher in the area, you might have not one, but three days off this week. My best friend, Lauren, a teacher-in-training, won’t go back to student teaching until Thursday. This makes me regret studying journalism immensely.

Nonetheless, Lauren whipped up a batch of these heavenly baked apple cinnamon doughnuts that she can enjoy 3/5 of the work week that she doesn’t have to wear dress pants like the rest of us. Speaking of which, dress pants aren’t remotely flattering for 99% of the population.

Since we aren’t the 1%, I proclaim an “Occupy Baked Apple Cinnamon Doughnuts.”

Needless to say, I made Lauren send me photos and the recipe immediately, as they are amazing and insanely easy. Not to mention budget-friendly. So thank you Lauren. Without further ado…


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Hot Cocoa Cookies

Yesterday was the first snowfall of 2012. In the spirit of the world not ending this year, I made these awesome hot cocoa cookies. They’re as delicious as they look.

In other news, I got a big girl job! Having 15 panic attacks daily since September has finally paid off. I start next Tuesday, so I have a little time to relax, and by relax I mean write breaking police stories about burglaries in my town during my last week at Patch. So writing this blog post is a breath of fresh air, considering I don’t have to use the word “allegedly” at the end of every sentence.

I can update this blog from my brand spankin’ new IPhone 4S now if I want. I was sad to part with my charming, vintage enV2, but it was embarrassing. Embarrassing like when your 12-year-old self is in Abercrombie with mom buying the signature Amber track pants you saw online and mom yells at the 16-year-old cashier, who has enviable side bangs and immaculate eye liner, for giving her attitude, thereby ruining your life forever. “Who do you think you are, speaking to me that way? Where is your manager?” your mom yells over “Taste of Ink” by the Used, which is blaring. Mom, stop, she didn’t do anything. Just shut up. Everyone in the store, including the hot surfer-wannabe kid with Justin Bieber hair (way ahead of his time), is staring. You can never go back in there ever again. You don’t even want the signature Amber track pants anymore. You’d rather choose death than enter another store with mom.

Having an enV2 is kind of like walking out of the Abercrombie store, disgraced, without the signature Amber track pants and hoping someone knifes you as you near a Verizon kiosk.

What? You mean you don’t know what I’m talking about? Well it’s a sensitive subject.

Having an enV2 is equivalent to having a beeper as far as I’m concerned, and I tried to dignify it by calling it “charming” and “vintage.”

But now, I won’t have that problem, so cheers. *insert thumbs up emoji*


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