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Young & HungryIf you can't take the heat, get outta the kitchen! |
| 9 November |
Yet again I find myself faced with the appetizer dilemma of having nothing outstanding to make, or should I say bake… The event is a book club meeting, which on this particular occasion is actually a ruse for a suprise wedding shower for one of our newlywed members. The theme is cherries. Uninspired yet again, I’m resorting to my imagination and obsession: currently with sweet potatoes, always with pumpkin, and soon to be with brussel sprouts. I know, but I heart them.
I can see Katy cringing as she reads this post; crescent dough is one of the many things she refuses to associate with. I know this because I have failed at many attempts to woo her with the buttery goodness that comes neatly packaged in a fun twist and pop cylinder courtesy of Pillsbury. They have even added a baking variety without the usual perforated triangle divisions. Friends, I’m a fan of home made, but you can’t beat this kind of convenience.
My mother might say my love affair with crescent rolls is rooted in Thanksgiving. When I was younger my undeveloped taste buds were too shy for stuffing accented with Italian delicacies like livers, chestnuts, and olives. All I wanted was an extra crescent roll or two, or three, or four. I was in a roll eating competition with myself – the skinny fat kid. And so I bring you my newest crescent creation:
| 7 May |
The next best thing to biscotti must be scones. Not too sweet, not to salty, and the perfect compliment to my latest coffee beverage of choice cafe con leche or a misto if you’re asking Starbucks…Speaking of, I think Starbucks actually sells a maple pecan scone, but they most definitely cost at least $3 and they most definitely are not whole grain like mine are. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the only reason mine are whole grain is because I couldn’t find our white flour, but they were just as good, if not better, and you get your fiber. I’ll never eat oatmeal again!
Last week, post scones, I was walking around the mall during lunch when I had the realization that scones, like biscotti, are meant to be a part of my life. During the holidays and the associated yearly goal setting I conjured up a new business concept that included my first love, but on said lunch break it became apparent that scones were to be a main player in this venture. Said venture will remain undisclosed. Not that anyone threatening is actually reading this entry, I actually doubt that anyone at all has gotten this far, but I need a life dream and better safe than sorry.
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