This is the story of two sad bananas. They were gorgeous when I brought them home. Then they sat there as they watched the other bananas in their bunch get picked, only to be left behind. Their skin went from bright, sunny yellow to brown and spotty.
Once bananas pass a certain stage in their ripeness, I won’t eat them. It’s a texture thing, I don’t like mushy food and these were about as “mushad” as one could possibly get.
Normally I would freeze them for smoothies or wait until I had one or two more for banana bread.
But, I felt the need to rescue them and do something with them other than relegating them to the dark, frozen tundra that is my freezer.
Pancakes are not usually what I crave for breakfast. Generally I find them to be too filling, but these are not. After eating more than my fair share I am happy to report that I did not have that “blegh” feeling after eating. You know that feeling… Rewind back to Thanksgiving. Yeah, that one. Continue reading →
It’s Christmas cookie time again and that means the cookie exchange! However, if you are buying jar after jar of colored sanding sugars to sprinkle on your creations it can get very costly rather quickly.
Working in this business has made me acutely aware of what things REALLY cost. Walking through stores and seeing someone pay $4.50 for a tiny 3 ounce bottle of colored sanding sugar for example… I know that they could make huge bags of it for $4.50.
I have a drawer full of them, I’m not immune to be sucked in by all the pretty colors… but no more!
It’s not that I’m cheap; I prefer to think of it as frugal, but what gets under my skin is paying an exorbitant amount of money for what I’m getting.
It’s all about getting a decent value for your money.
So, with that said: We are going to make our own sanding sugars this year for a fraction of what we would pay at the grocery store.
This is what comes to mind when I think of my father’s mother. Sitting in her kitchen, eating a slice of gingerbread and having a cup of tea while she leaned against the sink with the sunlight shining in through the window on her smiling face.
The memories I have of her are few and far between. She lived in Newfoundland and I lived in Ohio. Spending time with her and getting to know her wasn’t very easy given the 1600 mile separation. I was about 16 years old when I asked her for this recipe, somehow even back then I related through food.
If you know nothing at all of Newfoundland, this is one thing I experienced over and over: Visiting is practically an Olympic sport and they excel at it. You are offered a cup of tea as soon as you cross the threshold and of course something to eat with the tea… whether it be toast, cookies, cake, etc.
At first I thought this was just something that my relatives did. Then I quickly realized after nearly bursting out of my jeans, it was what everyone did.