The jury is out on these cookies from Christina Tosi’s Milk Bar Life cookbook. My brother outright spat them in the sink, my mom who never throws anything away stuck the leftovers in the freezer, and (not to stereotype, these are the facts) my Jewish friends loved them. Continue reading “(Weird) Molasses Rye Cookies”
This is my dad’s favorite “pie,” and I gotta say, it’s damn good. I made it for the first time last Christmas, and I think I’ll likely be making it every year until the end of time. Continue reading “Caramel Chocolate Pecan “Tart” (Pie, but not really)”
Given that I’ve just whipped up the fourth batch of these in practically as many days, I figure it’s high time I shared the joy of these cookies with anyone reading.
I really like gingerbread. I just don’t have a favorite recipe yet. So, since I’m at my parents’ house for the holidays and have ample time for experimentation, I made two kinds. This one is from the ever-trustworthy Cook’s Illustrated back-catalogue. Continue reading “Classic Gingerbread (attempt #1 in the quest)”
This is admittedly a sort of baking blasphemy, but my brother asked me to make a Crack Pie for Christmas, and I didn’t feel like making the oatmeal cookie crust when there was so much other baking to do. So I cheated. I used a pre-made graham cracker crust. And, frankly, it was still great. Continue reading “The Lazy Girl’s Crack Pie”
I moved into the glorious new apartment on Tuesday – which was wonderful and stressful, as such things are. And, of course, having unpacked and organized my kitchen yesterday (because there’s enough space in this one!), the first thing I wanted to do was bake something. Continue reading “Oatmeal Butterscotch Crumble Bars”
I won’t play catch up with a full post about each of the four cookies I baked on Monday, but since I had requests for the recipes, I’ll provide them here. Continue reading “Holiday Cookies 2015”
So, I teach college, and it’s finals week. I have a mountain of grading to plow through, and, as it happens, I’m moving in four days. So, I bake.
I spent Monday in an all-day bake-a-thon, cooking up treats for myself and my weary colleagues. Baking is how I cope with stress and how I show love, so it works out well just as long as I keep going to the gym. I didn’t document any of those delicacies, but they started the streak that has lead to the creation of this blog. ‘Cause blogging totally justifies all this baking.
Continue reading “Sticky Toffee Balls (or, what to do when you’ve foolishly bought dates at Costco)”
