In fourth grade, my wise homeroom teacher assigned our class to write down 100 things for which we were thankful. I’ve repeated the exercise every year since.
This my second year publishing my “Thankfulness List” (you can read last year’s here). While I’ve found that taking time to record 100 blessings is a valuable practice, publishing my list last year taught me something else. Although gratitude on its own has value, it gains its truest strength when it is expressed.
I didn’t look back at 2013’s list before writing this one, and there are certainly some repeats, but I am glad for it—if anything, I hope that I am growing more in appreciation for my blessings, not less. I am also categorizing this post as one of my “Fives,” but since we are counting blessings, I think sharing 100 instead of five is appropriate, just for today.
After years of family members awkwardly asking me for gift receipts and spying my (well intentioned) presents in white elephant exchanges years later, I’ve finally found the holiday gift that’s a guaranteed hit: Homemade Triple Chip Oatmeal Cookie Mix in a Jar.
Now that Bath and Body Works gift sets are out of style (sun ripened raspberry anyone?), I’ve been searching for a go-to present that’s more thoughtful than a gift card, yet guaranteed to please. The answer: Homemade Triple Chip Cooke Mix.
It’s the right size.
It’s the right color.
It’s budget friendly, but still thoughtful.
It can be easily customized to fit taste preferences and dietary needs.
When it comes holiday style, are you all about the sparkle or the sweatpants? Pour yourself a Cranberry St. Germain Cocktail, and let’s discuss.
The sparkle allures me. After all, what other time of year could I feasibly don a glittery green skirt and be classy or a shiny snowman sweater with matching light-up earrings and be awesome? Continue Reading →
It’s the holidays! Let’s let loose, go back for thirds, and spike the pie. Bourbon Buttermilk Pie is filled with the spirit and ready to light up your dessert table.
Yes, there will be pumpkin pie. Yes, there will be pecan. But the secret pie behind door number three? Bourbon Buttermilk Pie. It’s creamy, addictive, and decadent—everything a holiday dessert can and should and must be.
If you’ve never had a classic southern buttermilk pie, please run to your kitchen and bake this recipe immediately. It looks unassuming, but every bite is positively luscious. The custard is velvety smooth and delicate with a rich, buttery flavor, which, as you might imagine, is dynamite when eaten from a buttery, flakey pie crust. Swoooooon. Continue Reading →
Welcome to the next installment of The Fives. I introduced this series of little posts I’ve had in mind for you with 5 Instant Ways to Be a Better Cook, and today I’m sharing 5 Favorite Cookbooks.
With holiday shopping already hitting full swing (help! I’m behind), I thought this list might be helpful to those of you looking for a gift for the home cook in your life. Or, if like me you hoard cookbooks as if the world’s survival depended upon it, here are a five more, in no particular order, to add to your collection.
I take my Thanksgiving leftovers seriously—as in, hide the choicest pieces of turkey and a secret container of sweet potatoes in the garage fridge at midnight seriously. While the biggest family feuds typically arise over the white meat, thanks to Leftover Cranberry Sauce Parfaits, I expect the cranberry sauce to spur haggling too.
Last week, I (hopefully) persuaded you to make your own cranberry sauce, via this easy Homemade Cranberry Sauce with Orange and Honey recipe. It takes less than 15 minutes to cook and blows the canned stuff right off the table. Now let’s chat about what to do with any leftover cranberry sauce. Smearing it on a turkey sandwich is an excellent, standard choice, but I love this jeweled, vibrant sauce so much, I’ve started eating it for breakfast, parfait-style.
My Grandma’s Butter Bundt Coffee Cake is completely scandalous. I spent 18 years devouring this ethereally fluffy, lightly buttery, and cinnamon pecan-streusel coffee cake, completely unaware of the intrigue hiding in every slice.
Fortunately for all our appetites, I’ve never been much good at secrets or surprises, a trait I consider to be both one of my best and worst qualities. I am willing to discuss almost any area of my life openly, which probably explains why I a) regularly swap life stories with strangers on airplanes and b) write a blog. This coffee cake recipe may have deceived me for years, but I’m way too excited about it to keep it hush hush. Call the tabloids! This coffee cake has a story to tell.