Having a teen-aged daughter as I approach 50, has taught me to keep my sense of ‘whimsy’ and relish in those beautifully opportune moments of occasionally ‘throwing caution to the wind’.
This dessert would be one of those moments. She and I spent two hours in the kitchen together on Mother’s Day, making these devilishly decadent brownies and they were worth every bite!
No counting calories on this recipe, my friends! Throw them into the wind, along with your caution, and enjoy!
I planted a rosemary bush in my herb garden a few weeks ago, and as I walked by garden yesterday morning, the wonderful aroma of the fresh herb made me think of these scones. So after a quick snip off the plant, I whipped up a batch of them for breakfast.
The crunchy, golden crust on the outside and the warm, flaky inside with just the right blend of sweet and savory from the rosemary and lemon zest, made the perfect bite!
I started making this jam late last summer, after a more than abundant harvest of golden habañero peppers from my garden.
It took a few test batches to get the ratio of peppers to pears right, but after realizing I only needed six ingredients, five if you take out the bourbon (but why would you?), once I had the final recipe established, it was perfect. The sweetness from the pears, followed by the low heat from the peppers, not only wakes up your taste-buds, the release of endorphins from the capsaicin in the peppers gives your brain a nice little jolt!
I am a bourbon gal and have a few fellow bourbon-enthusiast friends who like to share new bourbon finds with me. This past New Year’s, one of those friends brought me a bottle of the Knob Creek Maple Bourbon as a hostess gift and I seriously thought I heard angels singing when I took my first sip. Booker Noe, the man who put that flavor profile together at the Knob Creek distillery, is a genius!
And then there’s bacon. Sigh. What can I say about bacon that those of us who truly appreciate it, don’t already know? As long as that little piggy goes to market and brings me bacon, I’m the one going “Whee! Whee! Whee!” all the way home!
My maternal grandmother was a wonderful baker. She was not intimated the least bit by the amount of time it took to measure, mix, rise, roll, knead or bake anything. She was especially good at making cookies.