My long time followers probably saw the title of this post and thought, what the heck? Denise doesn’t like chocolate. True enough, I don’t. In fact, I could live a happy existence without ever seeing or tasting chocolate ever again (well, except for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I love those!). However, I’m married to a man who adores chocolate and gave birth to a chocoholic, my oldest daughter Ginny. Heck, even my middle daughter, who used to shun chocolate, wants to eat it now. Poor Chris suffers because I don’t like chocolate. I rarely bake anything with chocolate (I hate cooking
It has been long-established in my family and among my friends that I don’t like chocolate. Heck, I’ve never really liked chocolate since I was a baby. It seems that my youngest, Grace, takes after me. That said, over the years I have found a few chocolates I do like. I’ve also realized it isn’t so much the chocolate I like. Nope, it is the filling. If the chocolate candy has more of something else than chocolate, I tend to like it. For that reason, my favorite chocolate candy is Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I adore peanut butter, so it is the perfect
Growing up, I always looked forward to Thanksgiving for one main reason, eating my Grandma Scott’s pecan pie! We only had the pie once a year back then, at Christmas time. I remember joking with my parents as we “fought” over the last piece of pie. Dad would then say, “You know, I made a big mistake. I convinced you to try the pie in the first place.” I guess you can say it was love at first bite. To this day, I still love the pie, but I bake it instead of my grandma who passed away in 2001.
As a little girl, I remember watching my mom bake. I loved watching her prepare a sweet treat that I couldn’t wait to try. Not only that, I knew if I stuck around, I would get to lick the beaters if Mom baked a cake. Now that I bake, I let my girls lick the beaters. I looked most forward to my mom baking pies. While I loved eating pie, I loved what my mom did with the extra pie dough most. She’d gather up all the scraps and create a sweet treat for my sister and me to eat.
While I have shared many recipes on this blog and cook even more often at home, I have a cooking confession to make. Making my own pie crust scares me to death. If you’ve seen my recipes for Caramel Apple Pie or Strawberry Tart, you might have noticed that I used premade pie crust. I’ve used premade crust for the last 20+ years because I’m afraid to make crust. I was around 18 years old the last time I attempted to make a pie crust. I failed. It was awful. Every attempt to roll out the crust resulted in a mess.
I have a sweet tooth, and it seems my girls have inherited it. Well, they couldn’t help it because my husband loves sweets just as much as I do. Sometimes the only way we can get our three-year-old, Ginny, to eat any dinner is to bribe her with sweets. Great parenting, right? Not really, huh? Okay, I’ll accept that. Actually, our daughter, more often than not lately, goes to bed hungry. Ginny will look at what we are serving for dinner and declare, “I don’t like that.” It doesn’t matter if she ate it a week ago and loved it
Ahhh…Fall! Finally, after a last-ditch effort from summer to make us all miserable in the heat and humidity, fall has arrived. The temperatures have dropped, bringing cool brisk mornings and pleasant afternoons. How I love autumn! I love autumn the most of all the seasons for many reasons: leaves changing colors, great holidays, my birthday, and the cooler, more comfortable temps. Another reason to love this fabulous season is all the wonderful fall produce being harvested. Pumpkins are everywhere! Heck, even Oreo’s has a pumpkin spice flavor. But, I have a secret. I don’t look forward that much to the
Some cakes exist just to put a smile on our face. I’m convinced that carrot cake is one such cake. It is decadent and delicious. It’s also a sweet way to get our vegetables! (If only it was a healthy way too….) The first time I made this carrot cake, I was a teenager. My Uncle Dan was coming to our house for a visit. My mom told me we should bake a carrot cake for him because