Are you ready for a bountiful beauty of a post? Because I have one. I have several simple recipes to share with you today concerning afternoon tea. Oh my.
Merry Christmas from me and Marlowe! We love each other so much, as evidenced by this photo, and we want to share that love with you.
I’ve been hard at work in the kitchen all week with recipes that, of course, are top secret. I’m bummed I can’t share them with you, but what can I say? Family tradition is sacred. Here is a photo of my Nana’s Yorkshire pudding. She makes it every Christmas and I could eat it all day long. But then I’d quadruple in size and, well, that’s just not something I’m interested in, ya know?
This pudding is like a majestic volcano, steaming and about to erupt in sizzling, fatty drops. Heavenly.
Anyway, I’ll be back very soon with some delights to share. Merry Christmas, y’all!
We all have family secrets, right? I’m not talking about that weird skeleton in the closet stuff because that’s for a different time, like when you accidentally down buckets of wine. I’m talking about a family’s secret recipes. As it turns out, my biggest and best Christmas recipes are just that – secrets. Those are the recipes that I’m not willing to share with all twelve of you that read this lil’ ole blog. I guess that’s kind of silly since most of you are family, but here’s hoping a few others are reading!
I love Sunday night dinners. That’s one of the things I miss most about not living at home (let’s be honest; I’m still home for many Sunday night dinners). So, every now and then, I like to have people over for a nice meal and a few pinches of wine on a Sunday.
Two days ago I had one of those panicked moments that we all have around the holidays when I realized that Christmas is in twenty days. That’s twenty days filled with work, chores, baking, cooking, parties, travel, and in many cases, break downs. I don’t know when I became such a busy grown up but geez, here I am trying to juggle work and play like a real person. And ya know what? I like it. It makes you feel like a productive and useful member of society. Oddly enough, it took talking to my mother, who is prone to these panicked moments herself, to calm me down. So Thursday night, I went home, separated my laundry and started heating the oil for these rich chocolate doughnut holes. Or munchkins, if you will. It’s all about the multitasking y’all!