In my corner of the world, we’re already beginning to deck the halls. But our neighbors to the south are still stuck on a holiday we bid adieu to a month and a half ago. Yes, American Thanksgiving is coming this Thursday and, man, it’s been a thorn in my side for my entire life. This isn’t even remotely America’s fault. My dislike for their late-in-the-game holiday has everything to do with my impatience. You see, when I was a kid, my mother would insist that we not launch into Christmas-mode until after American Thanksgiving. Well, as a Christmas-loving kid, I was not at all impressed with the tardy Turkey day and I grew to hate it. For whatever reason, this unfair disdain for the holiday lingers but this Chocolate Marsala Pecan Pie is helping me change that.
Happy Halloween, guys! I know your social feeds must be flooded with hot dogs carved into fingers and ghoulish dry ice cocktails, but you won’t find any of that here. Here we’re going to keep it classy, decidedly less fun and exceptionally more difficult. Are you sorry you stopped by yet? Well, take heart because these Chocolate Pumpkin Mousse Cakes with Burnt Caramel are definitely worth the effort.
I’m a day late posting these Pear Pancetta Hand Pies because my usual computer had to be rushed to the hospital yesterday. The machine just went dark on me while I was editing the photos for this post. So, naturally I did what any logical person would do, I swore at my computer. And when that didn’t work, I cried at it for 20 minutes. Unbelievably, that didn’t work either. So, I took out a cloth and gave my computer a good clean hoping to nurture it back to life. The computer didn’t so much as flicker because a sponge bath is not what broken computers need. Finally, I admitted defeat, bundled up my mac and sought help. Last night I dropped my ailing computer off at my local repair shop. Fingers crossed the old girl will make it through.
When I was whisking the glaze for these Almond Sour Cream Doughnuts, a funny thought flew into my head, “When did I become so obsessed with pink?”. The natural answer for most pink-loving girls is “For as long as I can remember”. I mean, the moment we girls spring from the womb someone hands us something fluffy and pink. It’s natural to form an attachment, I suppose. But I never did.