I love chocolate chip cookies, but they have to be perfect. They must have the right amount of chip to cookie, they must be crispier on the edges and they must have a softer gooey center. I don’t like “fluffy” chocolate chip cookies, they need substance, like this skillet cookie.
I used to camp a lot when I was younger. My family would take our 4 Runner out into no man’s land and pitch a tent. It would be strikingly hot during the day and freezing cold at night, there was no running water and sometimes there was a vault toilet, if I was lucky. I loved it though, and I learned a lot about nature, hiking and general woodsiness. We would hike during the day, cook over the fire and tell scary ghost stories at night. The campground we used was a nature sanctuary too, so there was no shortage of wild animal sighting.
Recently, feeling nostalgic, I went on a camping trip with my fiance and a mutual friend. We brought sleeping bags because who needs cots, right? Apparently, I’ve become accustomed to sleeping on cushy mattresses and now, yea, I need a cot. My next camping trip will be a glamping trip. Have you heard of glamping? It’s camping for those of us who may have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle.
Okay, so this is a little late, but I’ve been so busy with my photography. However, I’m back now!
Sunday brunch always needs something sweet – whether it be the beverages or the desserts – it’s just not complete without a little something sugary. I love anything that involves peaches – cobbler, ice cream (to-die-for), fruit and of course pie. Before I started my quest of healthier eating and eradicating preservatives from my life, my peaches came from a can. They were orange. Imagine my surprise when I cut into this pie and those peaches were pink and yellow! They were gorgeous, flavorful and fresh – real peaches are not that scary orange color. Who would have thought it?
I couldn’t decide on the name of this juice. It’s not quite orange juice, yet not lemonade by a long shot. I figured citrus was a pretty safe bet since “lemorange” and “oran-a-nade” don’t exactly fall off the tongue nicely.
I’ve had a recent obsession with donuts lately. I blame it on my other obsession with trying to travel to Portland, OR. The other day the Travel Channel was featuring Portland, so of course I had to watch. They have the most amazing little place there – VooDoo Donuts.
Now, I come from a town where something like VooDoo donuts would be chased out by a good hand full of the town’s people with a torch and pitchfork. These donuts definitely caught my attention and I instantly wanted to make them. I’ve never made donuts before, so I also wanted to try something simple. Biscuit donuts were my answer.
If French Toast met Cinnamon Rolls and they fell in love and had a child – it would be this. It’s basically a breakfast bread pudding, but this could probably be served for a dessert too, and no one would hold it against you.