Basic Hot Fudge
I am not a picky eater. It is probably an adjective (or adverb)…how about a descriptive term? – Picky is a descriptive term that has never been placed before my name…especially when it comes to food. Another word that has never been used to describe me? Grammar enthusiast. I am the coworker eating the crust…
Blood Orange Bars with Browned Butter Crust
The West Side Market…which for the first few years of residing in Cleveland, I referred to it as the West End Market, but with Cleveland not having a West and East end, but West and East sides…it confused most folks, in that midwestern way, where those with whom you are chatting know exactly what/where you…
Basic Pound Cake
Can we talk about Elvis for a little while. a hunk, a hunk of burning love Elvis. Definitely a hunk…in those early years, that is. The hip shaking, guitar strumming, southern swooner. The King. Of Rock and Roll. I spent a good year of my childhood with a constant lip curl while the phrase ‘thank ya, thank ya…
Oatmeal Raisin Pie
A snow day on a Saturday…which lets make this clear, all of my snow days are on Saturdays and Sundays. Oh! how I was not aware of my love of snow days when I picked a profession that A) doesn’t recognize snow as a reason to not work and B) a profession that in case of a…
Cranberry Orange Scones with Orange Glaze
There was a coffee shop in Toledo that had these lemon blueberry scones that I often day dream about when I am reaching for my afternoon coffee and craving a bit of sugar = the ultimate cure for the mid-day slump that would be better cured with a cat nap…but since curling up in a fetal position under…
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