by heidi on December 8, 2013
Let’s do an impromptu giveaway. Something you can have for free in this season of opening your wallet left and right. Just because. It’s Christmas, right? Why not? And with so much holiday cheer being shared online, who doesn’t crave a little delivery old school style?
At our house that means the delivery truck barreling up the steep hill, careening through snow drifts, with dogs barking the alarm on the approach, then the delivery guy or gal standing at the door with a smile and a holiday package in hand for delivery.
Getting stuff delivered to your warm home that smells like cookies in the oven is fun.
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by heidi on December 6, 2013
Babies just wanna be like their mamas. And my pre-teen baby is no different. As I’m coming to terms with this, I’m also discovering my Smudge has some pretty wicked talents in the kitchen.
I love having a sous chef to help me and keep me company when I’m working in the kitchen. When she runs out of the room and returns with her apron on, I know it’s go time.
Her latest thing is, “Hey Mom, look!” All day long. Look at me dance. Look at me make this face. Look at this Rainbow Loom mustache someone made online. Look what Louis said about Harry and Niall said wasn’t true. Look at me dress up the dog in her wedding dress and stick her in the laundry basket and drive her around the house.
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by heidi on December 5, 2013
Friendship is a funny thing.
You can be the best of friends. Totally inseparable for weeks, months, even years. Then life changes. New friends come into your life, old friends drift away. Often it’s not even a conscious decision, thought or action. It just happens.
I was first introduced to these Currant Cookies thanks to a friendship I’ve known all of my life, a friendship of my mother’s that has been passed down to the next generation. Life comes full circle and somehow these cookies have become a part of it.
Back a few more years than I’d care to have on my calendar, my mom was set to deliver my little sister when she met her best friend Pam. My mom and Pam were both in the same hospital about to give birth to daughters. For years they had run in similar circles, in the same city, but hadn’t met one another. Yet people would always mistake them for one another. Similar mannerisms, style, beauty and height. It was a wonder they hadn’t met before. I guess bringing their daughters into the world at the same time made it their time.
They both named their daughters Holly. Well, my mom didn’t initially. I did that. My mom and dad named her Heather, but I refused to call her anything but Holly. My mom said she never did look like a Heather. She said Heather’s are wispy. Holly was a tub. So at 4 months old, Holly had a name change.
I’ve always been a bossy older sister. I blame it on this first act of self righteousness.
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by heidi on December 4, 2013
Maybe it was all of that tropical sun beating on my brain while I celebrated Thanksgiving at the equator. Or maybe it’s just my die hard love of coco-nut—Almond Joys have always been my weak in the knees sweet treat.
Either way, these Coconut Waffles with Pomegranate Syrup just hit the top of my koo-koo for coco-nut list. And it’s all a part of Gold Medal Flour‘s Virtual Bake Day.
Breakfast. It’s the meal that can sometimes get overshadowed by the big guns with tons of variety in the lunch and dinner time menus. I say, rise up breakfast! Let your flavor buds show their flair!
And let’s add coconut to waffles.
Like most red-blooded Americans I spent Thanksgiving with my family. Unlike most red-blooded Americans I spent it in the British West Indies sucking down Mango Mambos, fresh from the sea Conch salad and digging my toes in the sand while my girl savored every second of cousin time.
Meal times were just about the only thing that kept us in touch with the time of day. Breakfast > beach > lunch > beach > 4:00 rainbow > cocktail on beach > dinner > bed. Then up to do it all again the next day.
Oh what a glorious groundhog day we were in.
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by heidi on December 2, 2013
Eggs just might be one of those miracle ingredients. You know, the kind that can easily morph into breakfast or brunch then slide onto lunch and slither into brinner. Yep, breakfast + dinner = BRINNER! Bring on the mini fritattas.
If breakfast + dinner = brinner maybe this recipe should be classified as a Brapp.
Breakfast + appetizer = BRAPP? Or a brappetizer? Or perhaps you prefer breaketizer?
Symantics my friends, merely symantics.
The real deal is that these Mediterranean Mini Fritattas will solve any party need. Party for all? These are your deal. Party for one? Sit down—or stretch out—and enjoy an entire muffin tin full.
Bite size and poppable, these babies are seriously addictive. But that isn’t the only reason I’m a fan.
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