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CHOCOLATE CHIP & BUCKWHEAT COOKIES … Hot Cross Cookies for Easter!!
“And if the Easter Bunny had wings, he would fly.” John Reeves Back from a short holiday and back to the mundanities which include making breakfast! Why do vacations come to an end so quick? Egg time with the kids on an Easter break … Roald Dahl inspired hot house egg for junior, and French toast for the daughter. Bored out of my mind, I began to look for something more fulfilling to do. Eggs remind me of Easter and I decided to put the empty egg shells to good use. I love doodling, so I emptied the eggs out carefully after making a tiny hole at one end. Also…
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DARK CHOCOLATE ICE-CREAM…for days when life hands you yolks!!
“O when the yolks, come marchin’ in, O when the yolks come marching in, There’s gonna be dessert tomorrow, O when the yolks come marchin’ in…” These are pretty happy days for the family. Desserts of every kind entice them, and footfalls from the mac attack seem to be never ending! Faux tiramisu, mango mascarpone budini, basil sandwich cookies, flat pathetic macs … the sweet run continues. The last day of mac frenzy left me with something I didn’t particularly relish the thought of … egg yolks , and 6 of them! I’m pretty much an egg yolk hater. I’ve confessed this several times, yet have passion to bake. Eggs…
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GINGER LEMON-GRASS CREME BRULEE …TASTE OF YELLOW
“For me it was always a simple passion”Lance Armstrong This is a sunshine post for Barbara of Winos & Foodies. She’s back with her ‘ Taste of Yellow‘ event, and my yolks were screaming yellow at me. In Barbara’s words, “LiveSTRONG With A Taste Of Yellow is my way of supporting the Lance Armstrong Foundation by raising awareness of cancer issues world wide. It is a way for all food and wine bloggers to share their stories. The happy and the sad, the struggles and the triumphs. If you are lucky and have not be touched by cancer you are still welcome to participate.” The Yellow Wristband Project For champion…
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HOT HOUSE & A TAG! EGGCITING TIMES!
“Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.”Mark Twain “Did you get any comments on the Hot-house Mama?”, asked the boy Sunday morning. Ooooops! Red-faced, I confessed that I hadn’t posted it. It’s like both the kids want a piece of pie, & own a personal corner of my blog. That morning he hopped out of bed, barely had a glass of milk, & the doorbell began to ring. Off he raced to play soccer. Came back unrecognisable, covered in mud, because the park is full of dewy grass with winter around the corner … looked like a naughty…
