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17Dec/10

Making a List, Checking it Twice.

I'm a list maker. I thrive on organization and categorization. There's something so comforting about knowing exactly what you need, when and where to get it.

Things. Lots of things.

Wrapping paper here. Ribbon there. Toasted almonds here. Butter there.

Needless to say there are a lot of lists floating around here right now. I'm sure the same goes for you too. I always tell myself I'm going to get my shopping done early and wouldn't you know it never happens. Despite my mad organizational skills I seem to lack motivation. It's not a good combo. My lists taunt me and call me names for months until I simply have to get out there and get it done. Otherwise my family would find gas station goodies wrapped in the funnies under the tree.

It's intimidating though isn't it? Shopping. And not just any shopping. Push-and-shove-endless-lineups-all-sold-out-interminable-traffic-fall-off-your-feet-dreaded-holiday shopping.

Let's take a break from the mall madness and mountains of lists shall we? Why not indulge and transport yourself to chocolate peppermint heaven? Step away from the tape dispenser. Kick off those boots. Put that pen down. You work hard. You deserve it.

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16Dec/10

When Good Bananas Go Bad…

...Make banana bread.

Then make bread pudding.

Dress it up with whipped cream and dust it with cinnamon.

And I don't think I need to tell you what to do with all that...

...But I will.

Eat it. Eat it all. And fast. Before I do.

I'm a picky banana eater. I like them yellow and only yellow. No green and no brown specks. As soon as there's brown present I don't want anything to do with them. That's a very narrow window in which to enjoy banana goodness.

But rest assured I have not thrown out brown bananas in years. It just doesn't happen. Because, as I'm sure you know, they are soft, sweet and begging to baked up in something special.

Like this Banana Cinnamon Bread Pudding. I have never eaten and most definitely never baked bread pudding before. I have to be honest I put it off for a few weeks. I think it was the custard. If you know me at all you know the long history I have with custard.

Oh yeah, me and custard go way back. Trials and tribulations.

I think it's time custard and I set the past aside and become friends. Maybe even best friends. I mean when a dish full of freshly grated cinnamon, sweet bananas and toasted walnuts extends that hand of friendship you don't say no.

I say yes. Heck yes!

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8Dec/10

It’s Not You, It’s Me.


Dear Exercise Bike,

I haven't been avoiding you. No really. I might use you as a coat rack from time to time. I might even have let your seat collect dust. It's a really uncomfortable seat by the way. You should look into that.

I know. I know. I told you I was going to ride you everyday. I promised you. I promised me. So I'm not the most motivated person in the world. You knew that getting into this relationship.

Don't look at me like that. I've been busy, ok? Those four seasons of Mad Men aren't going to watch themselves. Cookies need baking. Dough needs kneading. Hair needs washing. You know how it is.

Maybe we need to take a break. We obviously want different things. You're a fitness enthusiast. I'm a sucker for cinnamon buns. You like action films. I like chick flicks. You like to wake up with the sun. I roll out of bed around ten.

It's not you, it's me. We just need some time apart. I think it'll be good for us.

Tell you what, after the holidays if you're still into me we'll give this another shot. In the meantime just focus on yourself. I'll eat these Sesame Cookies with half a pound of butter and you can fix that seat of yours.

Take care.

Your friend,

Lindsey

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4Dec/10

Knit One. Purl One. Bake One. Eat One.

Oh hi. Hey you remember me. I'm that mildly funny blogger that bakes cookies and writes letters to both inanimate objects and weirdos.

No? I'm that perfectionist in the kitchen that obsesses over custard and cowers at the sight of yeast. Yeah I basically cry over spilled milk. Literally.

Nothing? I also have an unusually high attraction to all things with polka dots. I own not one, not two, but three polka dot aprons. With ruffles. And bows.

Oh yeah. You remember now.

I apologize for my absence. I have a good excuse though. I really do. Are you ready? Like really ready?

I've been busy knitting. No really. I knit. Now you know the awful truth. I am in fact a 50s housewife that vacuums in pearls, darns socks and spends the day in the kitchen with perfectly applied lipstick.

Ok maybe my pearls are fake and I can't stand lipstick, but I do spend blissfully happy days in the kitchen and I can knit up a storm. Well maybe just a scarf. And not those fancy cable knit scarves. Maybe next year.

To make up for my knitting induced neglect I made you some traditional Dutch Boterkoek. It's like shortbread only better. You just have to trust me on this one. It's dense, moist and chock full of almond goodness. You're going to love it.

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