As a Westerner, it took me some time to learn how to wear a sari.
There is a sort of grace that comes with wearing this elegant garment.
As a Westerner, it took me some time to learn how to wear a sari.
There is a sort of grace that comes with wearing this elegant garment.
I have been dying to make the seven layers of sin bars from the Sugar Cube cookbook (as if I don’t make enough things from there but they are always amazing).
However, this continued the trend for the Northwest meal I made for my friend.
It’s my sister’s birthday today, right before the leap year and I was told to bring chocolate cupcakes. I make chocolate cupcakes pretty often as you can see through the posts here, but it isn’t my birthday !
I did it again. I took a bag of berries from the freezer to make pie that I would have to return to the freezer after it was baked.
These berries happened to be marionberries and they made a batch of tartlets and a full pie.
I’m not a full supporter of the gluten free movement, but the one benefit I can understand is that dessert flavors come through clearer. Things are more chocolatey and sweet plus you don’t feel weighed down by the filler gluten.
There’s this epic dessert place in Portland, OR called Papa Hadyn. My mother used to go there very often when she was pregnant with me so it is older than I am.
They make their own ice cream, macarons and meringues.
But they also have a whole case of original pie and cake concoctions.
I had my first DND game last weekend and thought about making some bar cookies. My friend from the East Coast was also going and said he wanted lemon bars (though I reminded him that DND is not a tea party).
I emptied out my storage unit last weekend but I needed arm strength from three of my guy friends.
Moving always has the custom of treating those to delicious food in exchange for help with the annoying task.
I had Christmas with my F3 again this year and I received some beer, wine and fancy chocolate.
One of them is the monstrous peanut butter cup pictured above and the other was something called a coconut fantasy (essentially a glorified, dense Mounds bar) which isn’t pictured because I ate it already.
As another part of the holiday season, I made a Scandinavian treat called saffron buns.
These buns are from a cookbook called “The Swedish table” by Helen Henderson.