I’d like you to meet the chocolate chip cookie to end all chocolate chip cookies.
Dramatic? Perhaps. Completely and utterly, hands-down, one of the best cookies I’ve ever eaten? YES. Once again, tahini-in-baked-goods for the win!
I’d like you to meet the chocolate chip cookie to end all chocolate chip cookies.
Dramatic? Perhaps. Completely and utterly, hands-down, one of the best cookies I’ve ever eaten? YES. Once again, tahini-in-baked-goods for the win!
Happy Labor Day weekend!! Or, Happy #ldw, as it is known on social media. See how hip and cool I am?
No matter how old and far away from my “back to school” days I get, Labor Day will never, ever not feel like the end of a carefree summer and the beginning of a busy, serious Fall. I was a giant nerd as a kid, so there was literally nothing more exciting than back to school shopping at Staples, walking up and down the aisles and buying shiny new everything to kick off the new school year. Over time, my passion drifted from gel pens and Lisa Frank notebooks to TI-89 graphing calculators and sleek Jansports (see above re: nerd), but my excitement level never waned. And even though these Berkeley students I live amongst went back a few weeks ago, the newness is still palpable, and I’m enjoying living that new school year feeling a little more than usual this year, albeit vicariously.
…Also known as the longest recipe title of all time. Also (and more importantly) known as the coolest ice-cream-without-an-ice-cream-maker trick EVER, and my new favorite thing.
I’ve been dying to try a no-churn ice cream for, I dunno, FOREVER. An ice cream maker is just one of those specialty appliances that doesn’t make the cut in my teeny-tiny kitchen. And I know a lot of you feel the same way. But that doesn’t mean we should be denied the incredibleness that is homemade ice cream in the summertime, right?! This is an issue I feel strongly impassioned about. Homemade ice cream for the people!
I’m not going to lie to you. I almost wrote this recipe off as a total, ugh-inducing recipe fail.
See, these were supposed to be CARAMELS. Ooey-gooey, stick-to-your-teeth, smooth and glossy caramels. Nice and pretty and perfect for Valentine’s Day (because, you know, we do holidays very early in food blogger land). But apparently my candy thermometer was a bit off, because I pulled them off the heat too soon and ended up with fudge. Watching them set up, I could tell they weren’t right and I got super frustrated. But then…THEN….we tried them. And they were so absolutely amazing that I couldn’t NOT share them with you guys. Enter: bourbon salted caramel FUDGE!