I’ve been meaning to share these Cinnamon Rolls for a long time now. I can’t wait any longer!!!
There are some things we can’t remember about our childhood and some memories that are crystal clear. There are also those moments that were captured on a video and we, after watching that video, adopted the memory as our own, even if we were too young to actually remember the occasion. Or perhaps a story was told so many times that we feel we remember being there.
One memory of mine happened more often than not on Saturday mornings during my childhood. My dad would fire up the griddle, melt some butter, and cook up a big stack of pancakes for my brothers and I. Maple syrup was a must. No substitutes would do.
Most mornings I am an oatmeal girl. It’s easy to make. It’s good for me. It’s yummy and satisfying. It’s part of my routine. And I like routine. I do well with routine. But… Morning after morning of oatmeal can get a bit repetitive.
Around our house, a bunny is not called a bunny. It is not called a rabbit. It is not called a hare or the lesser known cony. Instead this furry, long-eared, bushy-tailed, burrowing animal is fondly known as a “Hoppy”.
I have been BURSTING at the seams to share this fabulous Easter Brunch with you!! It says “for Kids” and “Easter” in the title… but it really could work for any brunch throughout the year and would be great for kids and grown-ups alike!
If you are lacking inspiration for this year’s Easter or Spring brunch… LOOK NO FURTHER!
This kind of dessert is really my favorite.
Here are some last minute gifts you can make right in your own kitchen.
White Chocolate Pretzel Toffee…
I’ve been baking, taking, and consuming these decadent, gift-worthy treats for the past month.
And now I must go collapse.
I hope you enjoy!
Hello beautiful bite.
Kind of a long title. But you know what you’re getting. Or at least you think you do. These were the recipe I was least excited for… and I liked them best. And they’re the easiest. Well, the fudge was pretty easy but powdered sugar destroys my kitchen. No matter how careful I am, it gets everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
Before we get started, I have a confession to make.