Chocolate Chip

Three years. I can't believe it's really been three years. Three years ago today I timidly introduced myself and stepped into the blogosphere. I baked cookies, snapped some photos, met you fine folks, wrote about life and wrote about love, laughed, learned, grew. I want to say thank you for being so patient with me....

I think breakfast gets the short end of the stick. Everyone is under the impression that dinner is the romantic meal. Juicy steak, buttery lobster, saucy spaghetti. Then, naturally, dinner is followed by dessert. Dripping with chocolate, sticky sugar, warm and spicy, sweet berries. What if you could have dessert for breakfast? Forget breakfast for...

When you bake cookies it's like some kind of earth-shattering domestic phenomenon. The house fills with the intoxicating scent of fresh baked love all gooey with melted chocolate chips, chewy with oats and sweetly studded with dried cranberries. Suddenly people from all corners of the home come out of hiding and follow their noses to...

I have recently discovered that pretty much anything is better with toasted almonds. Angel Icebox Dessert, Cherry Almond Cupcakes and Boston Cream Pie to name a few. Let me explain because this is actually quite the revelation in my case. When I was a kid the only nuts that I liked were of the peanut...

This is the first post of its kind, one of many to come. I've decided to experiment in the wonderful world of muffins once every month or perhaps every two weeks. I love muffins. Don't you love muffins? It's cute. It's muffiny. It's Love Muffin. Now with that said I'd like to address a certain...

Some of you might recall I mentioned my aversion to bread. I'm not afraid of eating it. Not at all. Or inhaling it's sweet, freshly baked smell. It's the yeast part I'm actually nervous about. I've never used yeast. Not once. It's a little embarrassing really. Here I am out here on the interwebs claiming...

Is it a cookie? a. Yes b. No c. Maybe Is it a brownie? a. No b. Yes c. Maybe Does it matter? a. Yes b. No c. Heck no! Can I eat it now? Would you step over your own mother for a bite of one? a. Um no b. Maybe c. Shamefully yes...

Today it seems like all the technology I rely on day to day has turned against me. My exercise bike has shed a mysterious screw. I can't, for the life of me, figure out where it belongs and I feel like the whole thing might fall apart beneath me the next time I try to...