Quick Maple Cinnamon Rolls with Maple Cream Cheese Glaze

Ah, fall.

The very word conjures up visions of fallen leaves in glorious color.

Cozy fires crackling in the fireplace.

Fluffy, puffy comforters.

Best-ever sleeping weather.

And … colds.

Yup, it’s official.  I’m sick.  And not just me, but poor Christopher too.  And his mom back in Minnesota. Continue reading

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Christina’s Ultimate Double-Chocolate Chip Cookies with Pecans

I love you guys.  I really do.

I love that you stop by during your busy days to read what I write, look at the pictures I take, and leave some love for me to find.

Like benevolent fairies that put the Tooth Fairy to shame, you take time out of your own lives to touch a big part of mine, and for that I thank you.

There was a time not so long ago, where I wondered if anyone read my blog, when four out of the five hits I received in a day were my own. Continue reading

Best-Ever Baked Doughnuts

Life’s little successes.

Life is all about celebrating them — the little yet huge milestones in life that most often pass unnoticed without a single “woot!”

We often think that successes are all massive ones, like when we:

  • Find “The One”
  • Get That Promotion
  • Buy That Dream House

But it’s the little successes that add up to a whole tanker-full and that often matter the most.

Let me elaborate. Continue reading

Roasted Carrots with Spiced Orange Brown Butter

I love pauses.

I didn’t always.

Okay, maybe I should explain.

I used to be afraid of the pauses between sentences, in conversations between two people.

Specifically, between boys I was just getting to know and kind of liked, and people I really wanted to like me.

I used to fill those natural spaces in conversation like one would grout a tub — filling every crack, making sure not a single inch of space remained. Continue reading

Wild Blueberry Crumble With Oat-Almond Topping

I have never been much of a dessert fan.  I am by default a salt kind of girl, and would much rather prefer most anything salt to anything sweet any day.  But I do have a soft spot in my stomach for blueberries — specifically, frozen blueberries of the wild kind.

How much of a soft spot?  Well, for starters, I eat them every morning with my cereal after defrosting them under warm running water in my kitchen sink.  Every morning.  Every time my brother sees me, he yells, “Blueberries!” (basically, a verbatim imitation of yours truly from when we used to live together).

No joke, these bitty berries make me that happy. Continue reading