Happy New Year! I’m not much for New Year’s resolutions, mostly because I’m the kind of person who constantly sets goals for myself (achieving them is a different story!). Instead, I’ll just leave you with this quotation from the more-brilliant-than-I Dr. Seuss:
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
Thanks for sticking with me through all the changes with this blog!
Growing up, apple pie was always one of my favorite desserts. No matter my mood, a warm piece of apple pie a la mode always cheered me up. As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that I don’t make it that often - not because I like it less, but because I’ve come to like so many more desserts that I can never find time to make them all! Continue reading →
I know most of you are deep in the middle of winter, but down here in Florida, we’re deep into citrus season. My family moved up north when I was a kid (before returning to Florida in the 90s), but my grandparents made sure we always had a little piece of Florida, courtesy of Bob Roth’s. Once a month, we’d come home to find a huge box of oranges, grapefruit, citrus marmalade, and the best damn fudge you ever did have.
(Oh, and they sell gator meat there too, which makes them awesome in my book.)
These biscuits are the bomb diggity. Do people still say that? Or am I starting to show my age? Heck, I’m only 32, but compared to (most of) my classmates, I may as well be 50. Especially since, after rereading that first sentence, the song “No Diggity” by Blackstreet popped into my head. A quintessential seventh grade dance song.
Anyway, my friends here at school didn’t understand why I preferred to stay in and cook the night before Thanksgiving. After all, it’s supposedly one of the best drinking nights of the year! Yawn.
You know what gets me excited? These biscuits. They don’t just have bacon bits in them, they have the bacon fat in the actual dough. As in, no butter, no shortening, just a whole lotta bacony goodness in every bite. Continue reading →