I guess it’s no secret that I love lemons! Ever since I was a little girl I had a fondness for them. I remember when I was about 5 years old, my dad had sliced up a lemon and handed me one slice. I think he was hoping to get a sour pucker face from me when I started to suck on it. Well, was he disappointed- it did’t happen.
Jim loves coconut cream pie. I love making it for him. It’s such an easy pie to whip up: the only thing that goes in the oven is the pie crust for a pre-bake. The filling is done on the stove. And then you watch it wistfully as it sets up in the baked shell.
Okay, it’s kinda a long name for a little ball. A little ball of goodness. Not only are these guys yummy, they really do hit the spot and do the job of keeping you satisfied when you can’t get to a real meal. They’re the perfect size to carry along with you when you’re going to work, school, a day of sightseeing, or even hiking. Or for those road trips. And of course, these are fabulous when flying. These days airlines are making us pay for even a napkin it seems, let alone the customary bag of peanuts. I haven’t paid for snacks yet. And it’s because of just these little energy balls
Anyone who has been reading along with me knows that I’m pretty clear about my favourite colour…drumroll….green!
It’s that time again. Bananas are turning. And while I could add them to the bag of frozen bananas in the freezer, I decided that these ones would get used right away. It was a gorgeous, sunny, above normal temperature day here in Toronto yesterday. I had the door open to the balcony, to let the fresh air come through the screen door to keep me company in the kitchen. And it just seemed that part of my morning deserved to be spent baking. So I baked up this cake.
Okay, this is just a post about a fabulous recipe. I mean, it’s one of those recipes that once you’ve made it, you will want to make it weekly, ‘cuz you will use it on everything. Except maybe fish. Or broccoli.
This is the cake that you had as a kid, washed down with a cold glass of milk. It is that cake that every good diner has in a chilled turn table display, tempting you with all its chocolatey goodness. It’s the cake that showed up at special occasions, or the cake that your aunt made when you came to visit. It is THE chocolate cake.
Bread. I love it. I’m not sure about it’s feelings for me though. Somewhat ambivalent, I’d imagine. But that doesn’t stop me from pursuing this relationship. I have accepted that there will be times that I will pay for indulging my bread cravings. But thus far, I’ve accepted the consequences. And for the most part, the side effects are momentary and bearable. So no gluten free for me!
For a dessert that I really only bake up once or twice a year, it has a pretty hard to forget name. And hard to pronounce! (Fish-de-kakah, don’t laugh!) I can’t explain why I don’t bake it up a few times during the winter months, because it is a joy to whip up, and has some of my all time favourite flavours: marzipan and cardamom. And visually, it’s a stunner. It always makes me feel like a snowy day in Sweden or Norway when I decorate it, and makes me wish for a fireplace and fair isle sweaters.
We’ve had a cornucopia of apples available here in the Northern Hemisphere since September. Did you know that there are 7,500 varieties of apples grown throughout the world? And yet, here in Ontario, only about 20 varieties are grown commercially. In the United States that number jumps to about 100. Still, according to that first number, we are tasting just a fraction of the potential the planet provides. Even so, we have all managed to find a favourite apple from that selection.