It is t-minus two days to Christmas and you haven’t baked your cookies yet? What kind of masochist are you? Oh my bad, you’re actually still looking for a parking space at Target. Your commitment is admirable, but now you have previous few hours to get that cookie platter stacked that you promised to bring to the party.
Red’s got your back. Now, depending on your situation, here is what I recommend… Continue reading
I hate recipes that say things like “best ever [insert food]” or “life changing [insert food here]” or “last [insert food here] recipe you’ll ever need.” In fact, I have yet to try one of those recipes that actually have the promised mind blowing effect.
But when a recipe is called “sugar cookies on crack” – oh yeah, that’s all me.
Kinda like “slutty brownies” right?
This is so NOT a PG-13 blog. There’s lots of adult baking going on here. Continue reading
I am obviously still a food blogger rookie. I went to Taste of Athens on Sunday (Athens is where the University of Georgia is, about an hour outside of Atlanta) and I bombed. As this was a food festival where you simply bought a ticket, entered the banquet hall, and sampled until your heart’s content, I figured I’d just do what I do naturally: eat everything in sight. I was wrong. Here is how NOT to blog about a food festival: Continue reading
In the words of my favorite caffeine pill addicted Saved by The Bell character, Jessie Spano: “NO TIME! NO TIME! There’s never any time!” Well Jessie, we may not be on the swim team, the cheerleading squad, student council, the yearbook committee, science club and in the school play while pulling down the highest grades at Bayside, but I think most of us can related to your caffeine crash rant this time of the year.
Not only is there no time (seriously, is the sun setting at 5PM?) but everything takes more time. The lines at Target are crazy right now, which is great when you decide to swing by after the gym to get some body wash and then as you’re standing in line you realize the sweat has made your mascara run (don’t judge, I go to the gym right after work) so it looks like you’ve been crying. Probably not so shocking to see someone crying at Target during the holidays I guess.
So here we are on Christmas Eve and you’ve run out of time and have no interest in battling the crowds at the grocery store for evaporated milk, caramels, peppermint extract, pecans or what have you, but you’re on the hook to bring cookies to family Christmas. This sounds like a job for cake mix; the secret weapon of a baker’s pantry. Continue reading
I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re thinking one word: Lofthouse. If you don’t know what Lofthouse cookies are, then I guess that’s not what you were thinking. You were probably thinking something more like “sweet Jesus, get off of that screen and into my mouth you frosted fiend you!” Wait… are you batman?
Lofthouse cookies are the perfectly round, perfectly frosted, perfectly sprinkled sugar cookies you can buy by the dozen at any grocery store, Target or Wal-Mart. And let it be know right off that bat that I am NOT opposed to store bought cookies; they have their place. When it comes to sugar cookies, Lofthouse cookies are pretty hard to beat because of how sinfully soft and fluffy they are on the inside. Growing up, my mom and I always called them “softy cookies” because they would literally fold and bend in half while you were holding them, they were so soft.
I’ve seen lots of copy cat Lofthouse recipes floating around the internet, but this one looked the most promising.
Adventures of a Hungry Redhead 