Food Blogger Cookie Swap Update

 

Hey y’all! I thought I would update everyone on the delicious cookies I received and the three lucky people who got my delicious cookies. ;)

I actually got two batches the exact same day.

The first one I opened was from Heather of Hezzi-Ds Books and Cooks. She made the most addictive red velvet shortbread cookies. I refused to share. Well, that’s a lie. I tried to share and then I got really jealous when someone ate one of the cookies so I decided to just eat them all myself. Slick, I know.

The second box I opened was from Dorothy of Crazy for Crust. This box was awesome because it came with a surprise second batch of cookies! Her oatmeal pudding cookies were addictive. The BF jammed one into his mouth and between chewing managed to splurt out, “You should really learn how to make your cookies this soft.” I told him to shut his pie hole or he was going to spit out more of the cookie than he could swallow. And then I eagerly anticipated her blog post so I could find out her secret.

The last batch that arrived was from Tiffany from A Clove of Garlic, A Pinch of Salt. For the record I only got to try one cookie because The BF crammed all the others in his cram hole before I never knew what was happening. Judging by the muffled grunts in the kitchen I’m going to guess they were fabulous. Guess I’ll just have to make a batch to find out for myself.

The lovely ladies that I sent my cookies to were

Kelly of Eat Yourself Skinny. Can I just say, those pecan sandies look amazeballs.

Kayla of Pure Sweet.

And Julie of White Lights on Wednesday. Uhm, dark chocolate orange shortbread? Yes please!

 

Go check them out y’all! I’ll be back next week some quick and easy homemade holiday gifts just in time for you last minute gifters out there!

Old School Chocolate Mousse Pie


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Chitlins, let me tell you a story. It goes like this: When I was younger my uncle got remarried, and I wasn’t totally stoked on the idea. I don’t know why, there was no reason to be upset about it. I just decided I was going to hold a grudge, because I was a snotty teenager.

I begrudgingly met his new wife at some family function and of course she’s as sweet as pie. Then she whips out two beautiful pies. A chocolate mousse and a lemon meringue. I overheard through other people talking that she actually made from scratch these two pies that were picture perfect. I was skeptical.

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Inside Out Boston Cream Pie

Actually, there’s nothing really inside out about this. I mean instead of chocolate on the outside in a glaze, I made it the cake. And instead of a white/vanilla cake I made a white chocolate vanilla glaze. So I guess it’s a backwards cake? I’m not really sure. I was really excited about it when I thought of it, though.

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Stovetop Mac n Cheese with Cauliflower and Edamame

OH Hai Chitlins! I’m coming at you live from Freak Nature City it seems. First we have this Sandy broad roll through and eff shit up, and now suddenly it’s snowing. I mean whatevs, I’m cool listening to my Christmas tunes and drinking spiked eggnog while the wind whistles outside. It’s no biggie. Anyone else have AccuRadio’s Holiday channel streaming from now until December 26th? Just me? Oh well.

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Sea Salt and Caramel Brownies

We are reporting to you live from the heart of Hurricane Sandy’s terror today. Did you guys know that even as an adult you can get “snow” days? It’s pretty rad. The mayor gave us a snow day by shutting down all the mass transit. Way cooler than Irene last year, because that was over a weekend.

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Bourbon Chocolate Malt Cupcakes

Oh hai guys! I made more chocolate things. It seems to be all I’ve got on the brain lately. Which is totally weird for me, because I would not call myself a chocoholic by any means. If you name something “death by chocolate” you’ve pretty much guaranteed that I’m not going to try it.

But for whatever reason I’m pulling the ultra-girl card the last month or so and all I can think about is chocolate. And then all I want to do is listen to Jason Mraz and Michael Bublé, curl up in comfy clothes and watch endless episodes of House Hunters International with The BF. Ugh. I’m my own worst nightmare.

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