I can’t believe another year has gone by. Honestly, I have no idea where all that time went – wasn’t it just a couple of blinks ago that I posted a Christmas Box of Chocolates Special? *sigh* For some reason, 2021 flew by as fast as 2020 was sloooooow – and then some. I even had to, as some of you might have noticed, slow down to one post per month in the second half of the year, much to my own dismay. Don’t think I’m loosing touch, though!
Ooooooh yay! September, golden September! Now that (I sincerely hope this won’t turn into a cruel case of “famous last words” …) the Sun and her summery sidekicks “Blistering Heat” and “Choking Doldrums” are going seperate ways for a while, the time has come to tie on a pair of hiking boots and enjoy the late-Summer scenery around us in all its glory. Of course, long forest-hikes call for refreshments, and an idea I had tucked away in my headspace ages ago had the chance to hatch and quickly grow into the perfect pick-me-up for the occasion.
Alright guys, time to end our little summery trip around the world with a cooling bowlful of feel good creaminess~ Todays dessert bridges the watery gaps between Central Europe and Central America with the ease and breeze many of us wish our kitchen-endeveors in mid-summer could be managed with… Ah, but I shouldn’t complain! So far, Summer in our corner of the world has actually been quite comfortable – quite unlike the Summer that was raging on while I whipped up this ice cream for the first time.
Slowly but surely, things around here are waking from their winter and/or pandemic hibernation. Too late and too slowly for most of us, but what can you do, eh? Well… here’s a little something to stoke the anticipatory fires related to all things Summer – one with pretty dresses/short sleeves, umbrella drinks and all the fixings! And the idea for this one actually emerged from the gloomy depths of the recent medical disaster we’d all rather be over and done with – kind of a case of “There can’t be light without darkness”? Ugh, look at me, getting all kitchen-philosophical over a simple desert…
So here we are again. Right where, if things were even remotely normal, I would be hard pressed to remove the chocolatey bits and fingerprints sticking to me, my notebook, my recipe notes, my pens, all over my kitchen and gods know where else after finishing my Easter Eggstravaganza Chocolate Boxes for my family and friends and sharing the highlight-recipe with you guys. Alas, things are not quite back to normal. Oh well… I guess my carefully planned out Party Box of Cocktail Chocolates I promised you guys “Once all that <insert a string of profanities here to colorfully describe the pandemic> is over and done with” still has to wait on the sidelines for a while.
It’s February. It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s wet. It could be miserable… but there’s a golden light at the end of the tunnel! A light that certainly lifted my spirits out of the ick as soon as I spotted a soft yellow-golden glow beneath the pile of apples in my pantry – and I hope I can spread that comforting glow out to you guys with this recipe as well~
Happy new year, everyone! As always, I welcome the new year with a scrumptious breakfast spread to start off on the right foot, get into the groove, so to speak, and celebrate a new chapter with our tastebuds tickled in all the right places. And what better time is there than a New Year’s breakfast to indulge in not having to make decisions – and taking a little bit of everything instead~? This time around I’ve got options for you guys! So let’s get this show on the road~
Weeeee~! It’s here! Despite the lack of general Christmasness in it’s usual places around town, the gig is undeniably close! Since, for obvious and understandable reasons, the world outside fails at truly being Holly and/or Jolly, both states are something to be grown, nourished and cherished on the inside – all the more reason to get excited about the whole thing, in a way~ And what better seed is there to tick all the boxes in that regard than chocolate?
Dangit… how do I justify whipping up/indulging in/writing about ice cream in December, yet again? Ah! I actually have several good excuses! For one: I’m just weird like that. Ice cream in Winter, viciously hot Chili con Carne when the sun puts on her best battering ram impression. Secondly: In times like these… who doesn’t need a delicious little pick-me-up every now and again?
In case you’ve been following my footsteps through the world of all things delicious for some time, you’ve probably noticed that a) I’m a bit shy with sweets in general and b) apart from a weak spot for a piece of brownie that appears about once a year, I’m not a cake person. Never been one, actually, despite my grandma’s best efforts. So when I suggested a visit to a tea house famous for it’s cakes – one that I’ve been reading about everywhere I looked while researching the tasty aspects of Madeira before our first trip all those years ago – Hubby and I were actually equally… surprised, to say the least.