Late last night I realized we were out of chocolate ice cream. I had thought of notifying the UN for some relief but instead went for a trip to the supermarket. Generally I head across the street but I was looking for a little entertainment. so I ventured out. The Capitol Hill area of Seattle is a fairly trendy bit of real estate, mostly college students and hipsters a-plenty. There’s a QFC that’s 24 hours up there and somewhere around midnight it’s true neighborhood colors come out. Continue reading
This is my first Christmas season clear across the country. I hadn’t thought things would be much different, but I realized this morning that we’re only weeks away from Christmas and it doesn’t feel like it at all. I’m sure part of it is the relative dearth of Christmas lights. Sure people have lights up, they even shut our damn cable and internet off for two hours because they were stringing lights on the tower. Really? Perhaps it’s the weather, grey isn’t quite as Christmas as snow or cold weather. While it’s a bit chilly, it’s not that crisp what-the-hell cold I’m used to. I’ve decided I needed to do something about that; some Christmas cookies are in order then.
My mother used to make about 372 different types of Christmas cookies each year. The height of my existence as a child when I was growing up was waking up Christmas morning and aside from all the great gifts, knowing that I could subsist on nothing but Christmas Cookies for the whole day and no one would say anything about it. There were so many cookies I’m not sure anyone would have even noticed. Gingerbread men, pfeffernusse, those thumb-print jelly cookies, peanut butter-Hersheys Kiss cookies, butter cookies, chocolate truffle cookies, sugar cookies….an endless list of different types of sugar goodness. Continue reading
My other half introduced me to this recipe. It was his grandmother’s. Passed down to his mother. Like all good recipes it’s been passed down to him. This is a recipe we love. It’s comfort food at its utmost pinnacle. If you look up home cooking in the dictionary, you might very well find this recipe. Happiness on a plate. Continue reading
FAIL!!! I said it wouldn’t be long before I got a failure up on here. I wasn’t wrong. I have a bag of wine biscuits from home, they’re quite good. Nothing quite matches up to the ones I used to eat while I was growing up. That bakery passed on to new hands. I’ve now found out they don’t even make those wine biscuits anymore. Bastards. They were hard biscuits, really really tasty, and weren’t really red, now that I’ve thought about it a bit. Wish I’d done that thinking before I set out to make this first batch of biscuits.
If I’m being honest, I didn’t do my regular regimen of researching and researching. I’m getting sick. Thanks other half. I’m not particularly agreeable when I’m sick. Attila the Hun wasn’t a good neighbor the same way I’m not agreeable when I’m sick. Being sick also makes me impatient and like a small child. Petulant. Cranky. Unpleasant to be around at times. Admitting it is little solace for those around me I’m sure – at least you can’t fault me for being honest. Good time to try to reinvent a recipe I don’t know then. These little purple dinosaur turds I turned out are not what I was looking for. Not even close. Like biblical proportions not close. Glad I made a full recipe then. Too sweet, too purple, too cakey. At least the other half likes them (that’s not saying much – he’s the one that got me sick and he can’t taste a damn thing right now.) I was hoping they’d magically become less red and more….not what I made, when they came out of the oven. No such luck then. Continue reading