Tag "Dessert"

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Macerated Strawberries and Mascarpone Mint Parfaits

I’ve tapped out of everything. I can’t remember what to put in Scarlett’s book bag any longer, her lunch is a total after thought, dinner is a lost cause, hell,

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Gluten Free Chocolate Flourless Cake

I have never been a beautiful baker, but I’ve always baked, and I considered my lopsided cakes charming, even if no one else did. But there’s ugly baking, and then

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Lisa’s Letters Home: A Very Comforting Jam Roly Poly

There are quite a few traditional English desserts that I haven’t attempted to make yet and there are some that I’m convinced are named solely as a joke for tourists

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Banana Pudding

Your guess is as good as mine why Esme started asking me for banana pudding about two months ago. I don’t believe she’s ever had it unless she’s making covert

Summer

Strawberry Banana Bread

How is your March break going? I think Esme would say that her favourite part of her week off so far was spending a day with me at our lovely

Chef's Notes

Chef Notes: Bread Pudding With Hazelnut Liqueur Sauce

I have such fond memories of my grandmother, most of which involve her cooking. My grandmother had no formal training, owned only a handful of cookbooks, and probably never heard of

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Lisa’s Letters Home: Chocolate Pots with a Side of Siena

It’s always a bit tricky when we have people over for supper. We don’t want to inflict our dietary choices on unsuspecting friends (“Here, I made you a crustless cheesecake

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Chocolate Mousse

As Laura noted in her post on Monday (holy moly, did you check out that bread pudding?) we’re hitting Valentine’s Day a little early here on SPC. I was a

Winter

Chocolate Coconut Bread Pudding

Yup, we gone and did it. We started talking about Valentine’s Day well in advance of the holiday. We are officially hyping. Now, I’m not really a Valentine’s Day girl.

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Lisa’s Letters Home: Coconut Flour Chocolate Cake

Back in the olden days, our mothers would haul us to the doctor’s every time we had a sniffle and the doctor would promptly prescribe some sort of antibiotic. When