The “Love” day is right around the corner! I love everything pink, red and covered in sprinkles. Sometimes I think I hear the sprinkles talking to me saying things like, “Hey Jody, we need to party, sprinkle on!” “Hey Jody, we need to make these cupcakes cute today, sprinkle on!” “Hey Jody, we can make this bad day you are having better, sprinkle on!” I tend to get way to attached to my sprinkles. Who am I kidding, I am on a first name basis with every appliance, ingredient, cupcake liner, and utensil in my kitchen. I mean, my oven is my BFF!! As a food blogger, I am constantly looking for the latest, greatest and newest food item in my grocery store. As I walked down my favorite aisle, a light started shining brightly guiding me to the very end of the cookie aisle. I kept hearing a voice saying “Go to the Oreo…..the Oreo…..go to the Oreo.”
My Ballerina Baby trained 5 summers in New York City with the Joffrey Ballet and the American Ballet Theatre. What great summers we had together!
Right around the corner from the apartment we rented every summer for her training was the Chelsea Market. Chelsea Market is an old warehouse full of the most amazing eateries you could ever imagine. Anything you want is in that warehouse. It is also the office space of Food Network, so you KNOW I loved it! We probably ate dinner there three times a week after she finished her daily classes. One of our favorite items to purchase for our walk back to our little apartment was a brownie from Fat Witch Bakery. Those dang things were addictive. We couldn’t get enough of them. A few years back, Fat Witch came out with a cookbook full of all their delicious brownies and bars. Sir Streusel is a brownie addict. After his love of fruit pies, cobblers, crisps, and cookies, the man loves a good brownie. Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. What better way to love on your sweetheart than with a heart shaped brownie. I used these silicone pans. You could always bake these in a 9×9 pan and cut your heart out with a cookie cutter.
February is here….the LOVE month! I love baking ‘LOVE’ food. Everything gets turned into little hearts and covered in sprinkles, oh my I love sprinkles! It’s also the month that our food is red: Valentine red, heart red, flushed face red, just plain old red. Let’s see if this cobbler meets all the requirements for a Valentine dessert: it’s red–check, it’s sweet–check, it’s delicious–check, it’s sweet–check, it’s so easy it’s embarrassing–check. The entire list was checked off for a perfect quick Valentine Dessert. My Valentine happens to love fruit desserts so I know this will show up for sure on our Sweetheart table. Of course I will have to make myself something that involves chocolate. Continue reading Cherry Cobbler
Rumor has it that a little football game will be played in the near future. Some little game called the “Super Bowl” or something like that. While watching this game, I have heard that people need, no demand, “Game Food”. Bring on the dips! I have served this dip for so long I don’t even remember where it came from. I serve it on all holidays when the punks are home. This family is all about the appetizers. This dip has it all, cheese, onions, salsa, hot sauce, and sour cream. I mean, come on people, what else do you need? The best part, you only have to grate some cheese and chop an onion. I normally add about 8-10 jarred jalapenos. We like it spicy man. This particular time, I didn’t add jalapenos because I didn’t have them. Good reason right?!
He wanted Brownies. She wanted Chocolate Chip Cookies. She only wanted to bake one dessert. She wanted to make him happy after working a long hard week in freezing weather in Connecticut. After all, he is a Florida boy. She combined the wants and needs of these two lovebirds. She must be a BRILLIANT woman! This was the day that the Brownie met the Cookie. Brownie + Cookie equals “Brookie”, and Cookie + Brownie equals “Coonie.” Which is it?! I don’t know and I don’t care. All I know is we were two happy people that weekend. We each got what we wanted plus a bonus dessert. A bite into this baby and you get a taste of rich chocolate followed by a chocolate chip cookie. Have a mat on the ground ready to cushion your fall because you just…might…pass…out when you take a bite. At the very least you will groan, moan and your eyes will roll back in your head. It is just that good.
The colder temperatures finally made their way to Florida for two days! During Christmas, we had three weeks straight of hot, humid, muggy, wet, damp, hot, wet, muggy, jungle, wet, damp weather. It was like July in Christmas. Finally the sun broke through and colder temperatures were here for two days, two days people!! Colder temperatures mean a pot of soup needs to be simmering on the stove top. I love Chicken Noodle soup but don’t always enjoy making the noodles. I had some cheese tortellini in the freezer, along with rotisserie chicken and knew I could have of pot of Chicken Tortellini Soup simmering in no time. Sir Streusel became a lifetime fan. He told me the Tortellini made the soup more “meaty”. Who says you need to have noodles to have a pot of Chicken Noodle Soup?!
Until I married Sir Streusel, I had never tasted Bread Pudding. To tell you the truth, I had only read about it in books. Bread Pudding had never made an appearance on my Sweet Mama’s table, ever. Enter Sir Streusel into my life and I learn that the man I married worshiped his Mom’s Bread Pudding. He would order it in restaurants and push it away every time. I didn’t pay too much attention with what was going on with his search of the perfect Bread Pudding. Hey, I always had my dessert that was normally smothered and covered in chocolate so I was happy. After many years of being in a chocolate coma, I realized the sweetest man ever was not living a life of full satisfaction. Sadley, poor Sir Streusel had come to accept a life minus his great love…..Bread Pudding. I made it my life’s mission to make the life of this man complete. After trying countless cookbook recipes, he still had not found his true love. I then began to put my own recipe together based on the feedback I had received on what was wrong with the previous 487 pans of Bread Pudding I had baked for him. It took many trial and errors, and I mean MANY, but I did it! I am happy to report that Sir Streusel lives a fulfilled life. He is now complete!
Saturday morning breakfast is my very favorite meal to cook every week. Sir Streusel travels with his work and Saturday is the day he gets to slow it down a bit. His favorite meal has always been breakfast. However, eating hotel breakfast four morning a week has made him crave a home cooked breakfast..by me..and Edna. I look forward to it because I refuse to rush my morning to have breakfast on the table. What fun is that?! None I tell ya! I enjoy the slow pace of Saturday morning. Having a slow cup of coffee or hot tea, having my quiet time and the girls on my lap. Good stuff.
2016 is off and running and it seems I am already hanging onto the coat tails. For the past I don’t know how many years, I have read the Bible through in a year. I start each January 1 and read it through. It’s hard some days to carve out that few minutes to read scripture but I have disciplined myself to completing the task. Oh I failed for many years before I conquered this goal. Now I can’t imagine having a year where I am not reading through the 66 books.
I use the One Year Bible NLT. Each day is broken into a reading in the Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs. It takes about 15 minutes.
As I have mentioned before, I am a born and bred Mississippi gal. We Mississippians like to call home the ‘Sip’. My sweet Mama and Daddy always have and always will live in the ‘Sip. My punks LOVE their Memaw and Papa Gene. When they were little, they were completely in love with them. Going to “Sippissippi” (as my small punks called it) was better than Disney World. My daddy was like Daniel Boone to my boys. He would take them hunting, fishing, teach them how to work with tools in the workshop, and search for arrow heads in the woods. To this day, when the punks come home, we make the two and a half hour drive to Mama and Daddy’s house. They wouldn’t think about going home without seeing them.