Ah, macarons. They are such wonderful and enigmatic things. The first time that I tasted a macaron was at a chocolate festival. There was a French bakery showcasing these delicate meringue and almond flour confections, and it was love at first bite. Since then, they hold a special place in my heart. Making them, on
Skip to Recipe When I was a teenager, I wasn’t allowed to get a job. My “job,” I was told, was to get good grades. So, in order to make a little bit of spending money, I started making brownies and selling them at school. I quickly became known as “Brownie Girl,” and it would
Skip to Recipe! I am not particularly fond of peanut butter. Maybe it was too many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as a kid. In fact, to me, peanut butter is something that I eat when my calorie counting app tells me that I haven’t eaten enough fat or protein that day. Yet, when done
Skip to Recipe With the holiday season upon us, it’s prime time for potlucks. So, when the Thanksgiving luncheon at work rolled around, I decided to make these little morsels. Think pecan pie, but in bite-size form. They were very well-received. In fact, a few coworkers insisted that I post the recipe. So, here it
I think most of us can relate to the pure and untainted joy that comes with eating chocolate chip cookies. As a kid, even packaged cookies were a treat. As an adult, I think homemade is the way to go.