Peanut Butter Cut out cookies compliments of The Merchant Baker. Frosted with Nutella. And edible spray paint.
Halloween is the day of a year where you can be a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. What were you?
“What are you? Are you a lizard woman? A telephone operator?”
The words, “You have a hook in your mouth,” landed like a smack across the face.
“So do you,” I replied.
“Have you ever been trapped?”
I used my costume as an opportunity to start a conversation.
“I followed a girl to L.A.” he answered.
“Why? What was the bait?”
Okay, so maybe my costume didn’t really lead to any ground breaking dialogue but at least I tried.
I was “ghosted” this Halloween while making plans to meet someone from the virtual world in real life. He vanished right before our date. Lesson learned, Bumble is still Tinder.
So I dressed up for work as Minnie Mouse because we all know how amazing her boyfriend Mickey is. He can do anything. ( Look at the sorcery in that photo. Am.I.Right? )
I have one more treat to share. It’s candy for your ears. “Ghosts” by Laura Marling.
Eat more fruits (apples) and veggies (sweet potatoes)
No matter what it takes. (Brown Sugar, Cinnamon, Pecans, and Bacon)
Bake at 350 for about 10 minutes.
Huckleberries are all over Montana- just not where you’d expect to find them. They are plastered on billboards, not exactly what I expected for #BigSkyCountry. Advertising for shakes, pie, and all things huckleberry obscured the view of the lovely mountains, long enough to lure me into their sweet and tart den.
Pictured here are Huckleberry Gummy Bears marinated in local spirits. Wine, Vodka, and Whiskey. (Wine was my favorite. Both flavors enhanced the other.)
A little bit of dis and a little bit of dat.
Maple bacon cookies should be shaped like pigs after all.
Ain’t No Girl Scout Cookies are the the answer to the thin mint-
except it’s a chocolate sugar cookie sandwich
fused together with chocolate peppermint frosting
drizzled with chocolate peppermint ganache
topped with a chocolate mint leaf dredged in sugar
Okay so maybe its not much like a thin mint at all,
You were lackadaisical when precision was needed.
You tried something new,
Bent the rules.
Your candied bacon cookies spread into giant, thin, sugar disks
Only to be salvaged by ice cream
Yes, if eaten quickly enough they can cradle vanilla ice cream rolled in candied bacon and pecans
If after one cookie sandwich
you abstain from eating another
You’ll return to them the following day
and find the cookie crumbles in your mouth
Before you even chew
Every granule of sugar embedding itself on your tongue
Falling apart like a praline
So now you’ve spent hours in front of the stove
A pound of bacon
And more brown sugar than you care to count
And you haven’t the heart to throw them away
Nor do you have the humility to give these half ass cookies to anyone
This isn’t how you want to introduce people to your baking, is it?
You pop them in the freezer, your own cryogenic experiment.
You brainstorm on what future dessert they are waiting to become.
You pulse the cookies in a food processor.
Add brown butter and press into a pie pan,
Place it back in the oven.
You mix cream cheese with white chocolate pudding
You sprinkle in shaved chocolate and more candied bacon
When the reinvented cookie crust is baked and cooled
You fill it with the cream cheese concoction
You bite into it
You have turned lemons into lemonade, (again).