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.
We decided our summer thing (sometimes we skip spring here, so we need to plan early) is to go get pie. I LOVE pie. Pie is perfect. It fits any occasion, season, mood. Pie is happiness, and I want perfume that smells like it.
Our first pie adventure was to Quack’s Bakery. It was a not too warm evening, and we sat outside, sharing pie with friends. We shared a slice of peach pie and chocolate cream. And somehow the air vents wafted fresh pie right past our noses, and I wanted to camp in their parking lot forever.
(second photo from here) I was too busy deciding on types of pie to be bothered with photos.
We had some 90 degree days last weekend. Thank goodness our backyard has some nice big trees, and I swear it stays like 20 degrees cooler back there. We take our warm evenings on the back porch with a side of ice cream. Which got me thinking about all the cool summer treats coming up right around the corner! (even though it is super thunder/rain stormy at the moment)
We decided that this weekend was a pecan pie. Armed with a big bag of pecans, I got right to work on Saturday morning. Pecan pies scare me a little bit, since I didn’t grow up with them, and am not technically 100% sure what the consistency is supposed to be. But since my guy sure loves them, I need to teach myself to be unscared of them.
I followed part of the filling recipe from here. I like dark chocolate, and happened to have a bar of it.
We spent a lot of the weekend doing yardwork, which means you earn an extra big piece of pie in the evening. I think that is a rule somewhere.
We had one of the best long weekends ever over here. Our yard looks awesome, and I think I have a hidden talent for arranging rocks. But we started off our holiday weekend by preparing for one of the most important parts of any day, dessert.
I found a recipe for birthday cake crumbs in this cookbook. I love eating those leftover bits of cake, so I wanted to try it out. Love the colorful sprinkles too.
To go with our yummy crumbs, I made a batch of frozen yogurt. Frozen yogurt is about as hard to make as whipped cream. I don’t know why we haven’t made any before! A perfect dessert at the end of our hot days working outside.
It was a rougher than average week over here. It may not always be the healthiest habit, but I think we fall in the eat our feelings category. We had to go re-stock our fridge, and while we had a very specific shopping list, somehow the white chocolate chips jumped into our cart. I mixed them up into some cookies with some pecans, and we ate a bunch of them warm from the oven. Can always count on cookies. (I also stuck a bunch of dough in the freezer, and you are welcome, future selves.)
We had company over this weekend, so that was all the excuse I needed to make donuts. I woke up a little early on Saturday, and got to work on the dough. I love a good cake donut, but there is just something about fluffy yeast donuts.
Based on this recipe here, I added normal vanilla instead of the vanilla bean, and no one complained at all. The glaze was really sticky, and kinda a weird consistency when they were being dipped, but again, no one complained about the final product. I loved that they were yeast donuts, but baked instead. Not having the house smell like oil was a big plus, especially with having company over.
They are basically soft, warm donut pillows that dreams are made of.