My family came to visit me this weekend and we spent the time cramming the entire month of June’s festivities into two days. On Saturday, we celebrated my birthday, which is actually this coming Wednesday, and today we celebrated Father’s Day, which is actually next weekend. It was the first time we’ve all been together in awhile (maybe since Easter?), so it was awesome to get to spend time with them. Also, I consider birthdays weeklong events, despite my dad’s insistence otherwise, so really it also served as the kick-off to my birthday week.
Do not despair, my loyal followers, I’m back. I’m sorry for not giving you a sugar fix last weekend, but in all honesty I did try. I had this whole grand plan in place. I was going to post a picture like this:
About two hours ago my Dad called me. He was upset because he had gone to our favorite bakery to get a half moon cookie, only to find they are closed on Sundays, causing him to settle for Dairy Queen instead. Funny enough, as he called to tell me this, I was in the middle of frosting half moon cookies of my own.
Happy Mother’s Day! This weekend, I traveled back home to hang out with my mom on her big day, so naturally I had to bake something for her. And, as you should all know by now, that means it had to be something coconut. First I was looking at coconut coffee cake, thinking it would be good for a Mother’s Day brunch, but I wasn’t really sold on anything I found. Then, I stumbled upon this coconut quick bread from Smitten Kitchen and knew it was meant to be: quick, easy, and it would take away minimal time from Mother’s Day …
This past Thursday was Report Card Night at school, which means that we had a half day before having to come back to meet with parents in the evening. Whenever this happens, a group of teachers uses it as an excuse to go out for lunch. This time, we decided on Red Robin (mostly because I was in the mood for a burger). Two of us got there a little early and were starving, so we ordered an appetizer of pretzel bites while we waited for our friends to arrive.
So I have a special midweek treat for all of you – a guest post by two aspiring young bakers. My twin cousins Teddy and Jack made cup cookies (which you can then put milk in, eliminating the need for dunking), and they want to tell you about it. Enjoy!
I find something oddly therapeutic about cutting fruit. I think it started when I came back from college the first time and was beyond excited by the prospect of having fruit other than apples and oranges from the dining hall. So when I went with my dad to the grocery store, we got just about every fruit you can get and I cut it all up and put it in tupperware in the fridge.
Happy Easter! I know I usually post on Sundays, but with Easter being tomorrow, I figured I’d give you a last minute (and quick!) recipe to make in case you’re scrambling for something. This is also the last post I get to do from the house I grew up in – my parents are moving out within the week, but I did get to come home for one last holiday with everyone. So I’m feeling a little sentimental.
Spring break was supposed to start Friday. It was supposed to be a half day, and then I would have all of this coming week off. However, apparently when you have seven snow days, those week-long-break perks of being a teacher can disappear. So instead, I have two more days between me and an extended long weekend with my parents. Rather than wallow in these extra two days, I used my last weekend before Lent is over to bake for one more person at my school, that happens to be a celiac (can’t eat gluten).
So today is the first day of the year where I’ve been able to convince myself it’s nice enough to sit on my balcony to type my blog. Granted, I’m wearing a fleece and cradling a cup of hot tea, but I am outside! Anyways, this weekend I had a group of teachers from my high school over for a potluck dinner. Now, I’m really bad at potlucks. Not because I don’t know what to make, but because I want to make everything. It’s very hard for me to pass up the opportunity to cook things for other people, and by …