Bundt cakes are one of the scariest cakes, because of the pan. Mixing it up just requires you to follow the directions. Easy enough. But you can follow every direction for preparing the pan, and there is still the heart stopping moment when you turn it over, praying out loud that the sucker will just slide right out.
I flipped this one over, took a time out before I got too frustrated, and I would say 98% finally came out perfectly. The 2% was thankfully more cosmetic than structural, so you can’t even notice. Going into the win column.
We made a version of this pie recently. We made a cookie crust instead, and used half lemon juice and half lime juice. It was a quick, sweet, bright summer treat. You definitely don’t want to skip the whip cream on top!
Speaking of rice krispie treats, look what I made. One of my besties came over for a sewing lesson last night, and I always like to have some kind of fresh treat available. We currently have these cookies (a couple days old), this cobbler (starting to get a little soggy sad face), so we needed a treat refresher. I made the rice krispie treats fancy by adding some tiny chocolate chips to the top. Almost like a s’more!
On the subject of tiny things, we watched this documentary the other day, which is about the tiny house movement and living small. We noticed that they are called tiny houses, not small, not mini, but tiny. The tiny part is not interchangeable with another word for small. So we have been calling everything tiny lately, because its fun to say.
We took an anniversary adventure to Fredericksburg last weekend. One of our main goals, besides celebrating our neverending love and devotion, was to obtain peaches. We are under the assumption that these peaches were picked fresh just for us. At this particular peach establishment, they also sold peach ice cream. So there were people sitting in rows of chairs, just silently eating peach ice cream. No words needed.
After we made it back home and took a nap, we promptly made a peach cobbler, with extra dashes of cinnamon, and with melty ice cream on top.
We had our pie date at home last week. The pros to that arrangement are 1. We can eat pie in our lounge clothes and no one judges us. 2. We get to have the fun of making the pie. And all important 3. There is a whole pie for us to eat. The cons are 1. There is a whole pie for us to eat. Pie is a terrible thing to waste.
This time, the pros outweighed the cons, and I tried out a coconut cream pie. We did have a friend come over for a slice, but the rest of that pie was ours all ours.
Sometimes I can have the strongest willpower ever. I can make dozens of cookies, and not eat even one (except for a bite of dough, for quality control purposes). Other times, I eat cookie dough by the spoonful, and its a miracle that there is anything left to bake. This was more of a lacking willpower moment, or, I was just providing really good quality control. But its chocolate and peanut butter, so I can’t really blame myself.