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Moonshine-Glazed Doughnuts

I hereby dub thee: Learning to Fry: Full Moon(shine) Fever Doughnuts. And if you got those references, you get a big high five from Taylor. Taylor, of course, being the resident Tom Petty fan in our household. So what do doughnuts have to do with Tom Petty? What, you don’t immediately think of doughnuts when...

Chocolate Malt Ice Cream Sandwiches (and a GIVEAWAY!)

The perfect ice cream sandwich is: Soft. Hard crunchy cookies need not apply. Sweet and salty. Keyword: and. Not or. Like the yin and yang of ice cream sandwiches, one balances out the other. Streamlined. Meaning, you shouldn’t have to have a mouth the size of Steven Tyler’s to eat it. And, finally… Sprinkled. Because...

Jam-Filled Thumbprint Cookies

One caveat of all this canning I’ve been doing is the inevitable excess: the partially-filled and improperly-sealed jars that gather on the top shelf of the fridge, along with that solitary jar of last year’s strawberry preserves that must be used before this year’s can be touched. Once opened, they don’t last indefinitely, and considering...

Frozen Black Forest Tart

Hold your horses people, because I have news for you: IT’S STILL SUMMER. Seriously, as long as the days are sticky and humid and 90, I will not touch a can of pumpkin. I refuse. And until I can’t stand it any longer and have to turn on the heater and put on a sweater,...

September Kitchen Challenge: Bacon

Moving right along, from tofu… to bacon (seems like a logical transition to me). We’ve never really explored the art of charcuterie before (mainly due to space constraints – if we had a garage or basement I can guarantee you Taylor would have slabs homemade bacon and rows of prosciutto and salami curing down there...

White Peach & Vanilla Jam

I’ll be darned if I let peach season slip away without squirreling away at least a few jars of something peachy. Time was running out, so when a local farm announced a last-chance sale on pick-your-own peaches, I knew I had to act. Luckily, my husband is a good sport, and agreed to take me...