Let’s firstly send a huge thank you to The Viet Vegan for the delicious peanut butter cup recipe that made these cupcakes possible.
I have made this recipe three times consistently, and it is pretty reliable. I would love to have shared it with you all earlier, but they were just so good that we kept eating them all…
Even with this batch, I made 12 and told Mitch that I needed at least 8 for pictures. The next morning, I had six left. The morning after that (the day I finally had time to take some pictures), I had four sad little spared cupcakes.
Biscotti is so dang fancy. It makes me feel like a sophisticated, novel-writing coffee connoisseur who folds her legs delicately at the ankles and always holds her pinky up while drinking her tea cup.
But most of the time, I’m not fancy enough for a beautiful coffee-shop image. I like biscotti with a big cup of hot chocolate while I’m wrapped in a warm blanket against a heater (I know its a fire hazard, mom). I like snuggling up with a good book and feeling fancy in my own comfy way.
Rice crispy treats are like the epitome of camping. They are always held in the left hand while the right hand holds an impaled marshmallow toasting above the bonfire. A vegan marshmallow, that is.
This labor day weekend, Mitch and I spent the night with Drake and Marina, two of our very bestest friends, and we had the lovely opportunity to spend it in Marina’s 110-year-old log cabin. This was a real life log cabin, people. It was everything I had always hoped a log cabin would be, equipped with creaking doors, spooky tapping sounds in the walls (squirrels running through the logs, Marina explained), and no cable or internet connections.
This cake is both the most decadent and the most nutritionally detrimental item I have ever made before. I should make a warning that you should only ever make it for special occasions because otherwise you might explode from eating all of the junk in here. It really is sinfully good, though.
I created this recipe impulsively while entertaining the possibility of making my own wedding cake someday. For the last year or so of our relationship, Mitch and I have planned to have a wedding on the same day that we first confessed our love for one another: November 8th. As time marches on, we lean more and more toward November 8th of next year but sometimes I get this devilish little spark of spontaneity, and I came up to him shortly before this cake was baked to ask him if we could just get married this November. As in we only have 8 weeks to plan and budget. I thought that the breaking point for our budget would be the cake, so if I made it myself we would clearly be fine.
They are the softest, flavorfullest, yummiest cookies ever. And they are packed with fruit, nuts, and oats too!
They taste like Christmas with their chocolate, sugar, and cinnamon combo. In fact, I just might need to make them for a holiday party this year.
Last year for one of the holiday parties with Mitchy’s family, I attempted a stuffed mushroom dish that turned out embarrassingly badly. The mushrooms became cold and soggy, and the taste was too bitter. It was pretty terrible, and even though a few people tried them out of pity, they were pretty awful. Sometimes you hit, and sometimes you miss, eh?