I’m another year older and deeper in denial about my age. After much debate, my husband finally convinced me to take a day off. I have a whole day to do exactly what I want. Chances are, I’ll spend it working on all the stuff I don’t get to do because I work too much. But if I wasn’t one of those people who feels guilty sitting still, here’s what I’d really like to be doing. I think a fairy godmother may be necessary. And a few extra hours in the day.
I’ll wake up and the house will be miraculously clean. There will be a cup of tea waiting for me, and somebody will have brought doughnuts from Regal Bakery. I’ll eat at least two, and it will cause me to lose 10 pounds.
I’ll get a massage and a mani/pedi. Then I’ll come home and take a cozy nap, and no time will pass. I’ll lie on the beach and read food magazines for a while, then have a late lunch of wine and cheese at Formaggio Wine Bar.
Everyone I’ve ever shared a good laugh and a meaningful conversation with will gather together at Moose McGillycuddy’s for cheap drinks and cheeseburgers. I will be awesomely overdressed. We’ll laugh much too loudly and my husband won’t even be embarrassed by me.
Somebody else will bake me a Retro Yellow Cake with Fudge Frosting. We’ll eat it and pretend to be kids again. We won’t think for a moment about all of the things we haven’t done by the time we turn 36. We can do that tomorrow.
And if somebody could magically transport my baby in for the day, that’d be perfect.
Birthdays horrify me slightly. People pay attention to me, and I can’t decide if I like it or hate it. Either way, I’m going to do my best to relax and enjoy every minute of it. You only turn 36 once. Happy birthday to me. It’s gonna be an awesome year.
This year, I participated, once again, in the super cool Food Blogger Cookie Swap. If you’re a food blog addict like I am, you may be seeing a lot of cookies today because bloggers around the world are sharing their cookie swap recipes today. They also raised thousands of dollars to fight kids’ cancer, so that’s pretty awesome, too. It’s just a huge heap of happiness.
I did what could have been a dumb thing and made a recipe I’d never tried before. Turns out I’m a genius because they were freakin’ amazing. I made caramel-studded snickerdoodles and you guys, I did not want to share. It was truly a hardship. These cookies are soft and chewy, buttery and sweet with a hint of cinnamon, and studded with bits of sticky caramel to make them truly truly awesome.
I searched for a Snickerdoodle recipe that was similar to the Mrs. Fields recipe, since that’s how they came in to my life to begin with. Then I picked up a bag of caramel bits near the chocolate chips on the baking aisle and folded those in because my heart told me it was the right thing to do. My heart knows what it’s talking about. It was a most outstanding combination.
I don’t mess around when it comes to cookies, kids. Only the best for you guys. These cookies are ridiculous. You’ve got to get them into your life. Merry Christmas, friends. Have a cookie!
Exhaustion breeds laziness, which too often leads to eating substandard fast food or visits to the freezer section. I’ve eaten some unspeakable things during the busy seasons of my life. There’s often an obscene amount of peanut butter toast, Panda Express orange chicken, or greasy cheeseburgers. The solution to this madness? Grilled cheese!
Bread, cheese, butter, done. In this case, there’s a bit of something fruity involved as well. Fruit spreads on my grilled cheese is my new obsession. We’ve already done brie and blackberry as well as fig and smoked gouda. This time, I went for the classic combination of apple and cheddar. Obvious? Perhaps. Amazing? Duh.
Cheddar can be a bit oily when melted, so I used shredded cheddar for smoother melting and a slice of provolone because it’s super gooey. Each slice of bread also gets spread with a thin layer of apple butter on the inside. It’s the perfect combination to the sharpness of the cheddar. A little butter on the outside, a few minutes in a hot pan. We’re five minutes from heaven, kids.
In my opinion, it’s perfectly acceptable to pair this with some store-bought soup. You’re busy. You’re tired. No need to work too hard. Put down the fast food, fix yourself a grilled cheese. Be happy. Simple.