Generally I don’t think or work in a gluten free mindset. Not my forte. However, when I was asked by my dear friend to work on gluten free waffles. Impossible to say no.
Before you dismiss these cookies. Bake them and give them to someone and ask them their opinion. 12 out of 10 people usually don’t identify the beets. There is always that asshole with a superhuman palate that can identify the beet. I refer to these people as acquaintances. The majority will think its raspberry or some kind of fruit. These people I refer to as clients. I too was very skeptical when I heard of the peanut butter and beet being a good flavor combo. If you only knew how skeptical. When someone eats their toe jam and tells you something is a good flavor combo. You’re bound to be hesitant. But I’m always down for trying something new so here we are. Still not going to try toe jam. Call me crazy. The first run through of these cookies was quite impressive. People loved them and of course there was that one annoying girl who knew the beet flavor immediately. The majority of the test occupants thought it was some kind of fruit of …
Vanilla buttercream is truly a classic. When well done, it makes a big difference in a cake or cupcake.
Unlike most people, I like to make life easy. Apparently so does Pillsbury. With their help, mine and your life just got a whole lot easier.
Yes, this recipe only has 4 ingredients and is superb for entertaining or a night of Netflix and Ambien.
If you’ve been following my pastry and writing blog then you’re probably a fan of me almost as much as I am of myself. You would also notice that I like to make things in burrito and taco form. I actually don’t really like to make these things in taco and burrito form but I’m kinda forced too. My assistant is Mexican and anything that is in a burrito or taco is, in his eyes, delicious. I made White Chocolate Rice Pudding a year back and he was eating this for days and got tired of it. I was making him lunch one afternoon after he got done cleaning the lobby of my apartment building. Not that I own the building or anything but I make him clean it anyway because I want to live somewhere nice. Someday, I just might. Until then he’s stuck cleaning. When I got out the bowl of White Chocolate Rice Pudding, he dropped his shoulders and whined like a little kid. “Ah no, I’m tired of the rice pudding.” “I’m going …
A rich smooth, creamy, buttery cup of coffee. I give to you the Butteryccino.