Happy Thursday and first day of OCTOBER! I can’t believe September is already over. As much as being in a pandemic sucks, I feel as though time has just flown by. Like, I have absolutely no idea where seven months of my life have gone. Honestly, it’s a little frightening. I feel like time in general goes by faster once you have a child. Everyday they are evolving, changing and doing something completely new, and before you know it they’re like, six. Okay… Oliver’s not even two, but he’s two going on 12, I swear. His little personality is so prominent and the boy knows what he wants. Which, are Coo Coo’s (cookies), all the time. That’s how this Peanut Butter and Oatmeal Cookie recipe came to. It’s sort of highbred between oatmeal raisin and peanut butter. I mean, let’s face it, no kid wants the cookie with raisins in it. However, oats are deemed “healthy” and peanut butter is good protein, so why not combine the two. Granted, cookies aren’t healthy, but let me just convince myself and feel better about eating 14 of these.
We’ve made it over half way through the week ya’ll. And it’s officially fall! That makes me so stoked to say. This crisp weather is giving me LIFE. Anyone else? It’s just the change I needed to kind of “reset my mind”. My days have all been blending together and with the pandemic still happening and in full force, not much change has happened in my day to day schedule. I did however dive into all things fall this past weekend and visited an apple orchard to stock up on some much needed fall essentials. Basically, what that means is apple cider donuts. Yes, I did in fact go for donuts. I mean, of course I got some apples to balance it out, but real talk, I went for donuts. However, with the apples I did purchase, I have been baking up a storm and have SO many good apple recipes coming up that you guys are going to love. That being said, I thought I would share with you one of my favorite transitional, summer to fall, desserts before I turn into an apple maniac. Butterscotch, Coconut and Dark Chocolate Blondies. This is another tried and true recipe.
Good Morning and Happy Monday ya’ll! I can’t believe the weekend is already over. I spent most of my weekend inside due to the copious amounts of rain Wisconsin decided to dump on us, but none the less got caught up on some much needed work, content planning, and recipe testing. This post is actually coming about from a MAJOR fail I had yesterday in the kitchen. I feel like anytime I try something new, it doesn’t work. I sit there and question it, then tell myself to just follow the recipe, and then it turns out like garbage. I should know to trust my gut but yet here I am a day later with pancake cookies and a crushed soul. Aye yai yai. In the mist of this fail, I thought to myself, “I’m just going to make my cookies instead. They always work. I’ll just make a big batch, eat about 10 of them, enter a food coma, and forget about the flying saucers I just made.” Okay, maybe not 10 of them, and maybe I’m being dramatic, but, I hate when recipes don’t work. Therefore, I made my own. Honestly, these cookies have a pretty fool proof recipe. I’ve taught many people how to make these, and even the worst of the worst have succeeded. So, without further ado, I give you my Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Happy Hump Day! With things starting to normalize a bit more for some (not so much for others) I’m thinking we all can come to an agreement on one thing. PB&J’s are just the greatest invention ever, aren’t they? With school starting up again and kids getting ready to go back in some form or another, I figured this would be the perfect time to share one of my favorite recipes with you. If I’m certain about anything right now, whether you’re going to in person classes or doing your classes virtual, PB&J is bound to be in your schedule. PB&J was a staple in my life growing up, and was literally the only sandwich I would allow my mom to send me to school with. I truly never got sick of it. Even now, I LOVE peanut butter and jelly. Sometimes (most of the time) when I make one for Oliver, I make one for myself too. I can’t help myself, they’re just too good. Something about the combination is just so comforting and so nostalgic. It almost doesn’t get any better. …Until today. Because today, I’m letting you in on a little secret.
Good Morning and Happy Thursday! We’ve officially made it past that dreaded Wednesday hump and are officially that much closer to the weekend. Amen! I feel like I have been living for the weekends recently, has anyone else? I get to spend time with my family, enjoy the outdoors, and just relax and enjoy the small things in life. However, this weekend won’t be quite so relaxing as I have a crazy busy weekend ahead of me. It seems like holiday weekends I always overbook myself. I try and maximize my time with the extra time off and see and do all I can. With that being said, I thought I would jump on here today before time gets away from me and share with you a dessert you don’t wanna miss out on before fig season ends. This Fig, Honey, and Mascarpone Tart is the perfect bridge between Summer and and the start of Fall. Because lets face it, as soon as September 1st hits it’s basically bye-bye Summer, hello pumpkin spiced everything. Which, honestly, I’m secretly okay with. I 100% am at my happiest during fall months. Fall not only is my favorite weather, but it also emits my favorite flavors, colors, and fashion. Not to mention I LOVE Halloween.
Do you every find yourself thinking man, has this been a WEEK, and it’s only Monday? That’s how my day has been. Things just seem to get crazier and crazier with everything going on in the world. I find myself often thinking about ways to escape from all of this. Can I move to Australia? Sweden perhaps? Maybe I’ll just stay indoors and not go anywhere. Maybe I’ll say screw it and do whatever I want to. Unfortunately none of these options are logical. My mind is just strongly craving normalcy. Is anyone else’s? How are you all coping with the world around us? For me, when things seem to get a little chaotic around me, I like to enter my zen place. The kitchen. I find it very calming and a bit of an escape from reality. I bake and create whatever I feel at any given moment with no influence from anyone else. If you think about it, dessert is completely unnecessary to survive. It’s sole purpose is to bring joy to yourself and to others. I love that.
Happy Sunday Ya’ll! Did anyone do anything fun this weekend? Oliver and I had a super chill weekend and stayed home for most of it. It’s been pretty rainy and dreary all day with not much to do. However, I did make this beautiful Blueberry Angel Food Cake which just screams SUMMER. I couldn’t let blueberry season come to an end without creating something with fresh blueberries just one more time. Don’t get me wrong, I have frozen A LOT, and I love making syrups and jams, but something about the burst of a fresh picked blueberry in your mouth is something you can’t experience in the winter. Sure, you can still find blueberries, but they tend to be underripe and let’s face it, extremely over priced.
Let’s just jump right into the real question here; Did anyone else grow up eating Fluffernutter sandwiches? Creamy peanut butter, gooey marshmallow fluff, and that super soft Wonder Bread? Man, childhood was the freaking best. Don’t get me wrong, they weren’t packed in my lunch everyday, but they sure were a gift when my mom made them. Why is it so frowned upon for adults to eat like that? Like, I can give my child a sandwich filled with marshmallows but the second I pack one in MY lunch I get weird looks in the break room? TOTALLY NOT FAIR. BUT, fear not my friends. I have made something, better. Something you can eat in adulthood and not be shamed for.
Happy Friday! How has everyone been holding up during this quarantine? Have you started going back to work? Things are slowly starting to open back up in Madison and people are excepting the new normal here. Businesses were just given the OK to open to the public and let me tell you, people are here for it. Streets have been converted into outside eatery’s, parks are slowly starting to open back up with new safety precautions in place, and bigger venues are able to start hosting smaller weddings. It’s a bit crazy living in this world right now. It’s already mid July and I haven’t gone anywhere on vacation and I’ve hardly seen any of my friends. Like, um, what?
Happy Tuesday Ya’ll and a BIG “Happy belated Mother’s Day” to all you mamma’s out there! This was my second Mother’s Day and I felt extremely blessed. Being Oliver’s mamma is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I couldn’t ask for a sweeter, cuter, cuddlier human being in my life. He is honestly so precious. Nothing else screams “Mother’s Day dessert” to me more then strawberry shortcakes. Maybe because it’s spring time and fruit is in season. Maybe it’s because they are so pretty and elegant. Or maybe it’s because it’s one of the only desserts my mom made us as kids that did not come out of a box. (Sorry mom) It’s a real wonder how on earth I ended up as a Pastry Chef.