Oh, hey! Remember me? I know, I’ve been fiercely neglecting this space, but you didn’t think I’d let Christmas pass by without posting a festive recipe or two, did you? Yee off little faith, I'd never let that happen. But I get it, it's been too...
Behold, my first Christmas cookie recipe of the year! I’m late. Super, super, disappointingly late. At one point, I wasn’t quite sure I we were going to get here -- I was having worst baker of the year nightmares, because really, when you have a...
Hi! I’m here! I’m alive! There hasn’t been much time for baking and blogging around these parts lately, but I assure you it’s not for lack of jonesing for oven time. In the span of the last three weeks I’ve found myself in Palo Alto, Napa,...
Springerle cookies. They taste like Christmas memories. With every bite, I am taken back to a purer time, given fleeting glimpses into the holidays of my childhood. The cold, stark white winters of South Bend, Indiana. Long walks around the lake on the Notre Dame campus, feeding...
THERE'S LESS THAN ONE WEEK UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!! Can you even stand it?! I've got all kinds of prep left to do -- gift shopping and wrapping and baking and decorating, etc. etc. etc -- so I'm just stopping by to say Hi! and share my most...
Do you love the spicy bite of gingerbread men? Do you squeee!! at their cute little candy buttons and bowties, and dawww as you connect their tiny gingerman hands with dainty little gingerwoman hands because, they love each other (!!!)? Do you find yourself feeling guilty for biting off...
Full Disclosure: Today's post is sponsored by Nestle Toll House, but the following flood of warm and fuzzy words about their new DelightFulls Filled Baking Morsels is all my own. I’m coming back at ya’ with another cookie recipe today. It feels a little out the...
*Sure signs that Christmas is near:* My tacky Christmas sweater has been taken down from its perch on the top shelf of my closet, and I’ll be wearing it proudly this evening at my company Holiday party, with a pair of reindeer antlers to compliment, of...
Every year, for as long as I can remember, in the weeks leading up to Christmas my parents and I gather together, pull several large, dusty boxes down from the attic, and trim our tree with the hodgepodge of ornaments and knick knacks that we...