I’ve been baking since I was a kid. For a long time my repertoire was limited to cookies, brownies and sheet cakes. Nothing to sneeze at but I felt the need to expand my horizons. My mother is queen of the layer cake so a phone call in that direction could always get her world-famous (or at least anyone-who’s-ever-tried-it famous) chocolate cake whipped up if’n you were in her good graces; so why bake when you could get delivery?! It’s like DiGiorno only better. And chocolate. I decided my foray in a new direction would be “fancy” cakes and I would start with cheesecake. Et viola! The choco-colada cheesecake came to be in my life.
I can’t remember exactly when I had my first Starbucks Cranberry Bliss Bar but I do remember thinking (in no particular order): it could become a very expensive habit, sitting out in the air too long would make them go stale quickly, and only having them available during Christmas holidays was not an option…. I mean, what’s a girl to have as a treat with her coffee mid-March? A cake pop?! Pfft! That’s so last fad. Never to be outfoxed by a baked good, I went searching into the ether and came back with a promising knock-off recipe … which I further knocked off. Peace and sanity were restored and mah belly was happy.
Peanut butter and chocolate are a match made in taste bud heaven. The crisp-chewy texture of the peanut butter cookie topped by a creamy Hershey’s kiss results in the perfect cookie.
There is a love-hate relationship in our house with Peanut Butter Blossoms. BD and the locusts love them. I … do not. Oddly, these are one of those cookies that I always make for Christmas. They are a nice addition to the cookie tray and most people who try them seem to love them. Mazel tov and to each his own! I say.
Now that the possibility of the wrath of Bunny being visited upon my head is (almost) non-existent, I gleefully will admit to more than once in my youth taking Peanut Blossoms from the cookie tray, popping the Hershey Kisses off to eat, and tossing the cookies. I really should be ashamed of myself for that. And yet …
And it is … absolutely marvelous.
Every year when I bake the matzoh crunch, I’m reminded of a fictional account of a near-death experience in a blinding snowstorm with four of five siblings and one Mario-Andretti-Wanna-Be sister-in-law behind the wheel of a rented minivan. As the story goes, there was a tradition, some years back, when available siblings and MAWB would make a weekend road trip between Thanksgiving and Christmas to a place within driving distance of their homes to sample and pick up beers and other provisions for Christmas. One of these trips was to Montreal. Read More
A buttery sugar cookie in its purest form. Rolled thick for a nice softness or thin for a crisp bite, this cookie only gets more magical with a simple buttercream. Sprinkles optional; enjoyment is not.
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Mahalia Jackson or Nat King Cole singing that carol are pure Christmas spirit and everything wonderful I feel about the season. Growing up, December 1st always meant the arrival of Mom’s stack of Christmas albums; the Advent wreath, a stiff wire form covered in fresh greens, red berries, and ribbons, topped with four candles – three purple and one pink; and the Advent calendar tacked to the kitchen door to the basement. The season had arrived and cookies were not far behind!