One of my very fondest cooking memories was learning how to make house made cannoli at the little Italian restaurant I worked at in my hometown. To this day, cannoli is one of my very favorite desserts. It’s so light and sweet–the perfect way to end a meal in my opinion. I made crepes for my husband and our son the other day and it occurred to me that cannoli filling would be so unbelievably bomb-diggity inside crepes! And oh my gosh, my though was spot on. These crepes were just delicious!
Warm bread. Isn’t it perfect? The way it fills your whole house with its delicious yeasty smell, the crunch of the crust with the fluffy soft center, toasted to perfection and served with pumpkin butter spread on top; divine!
As the weather starts to turn, I crave the warm goodness of fresh baked bread almost more than a glass of red wine… almost. The only problem is; bread is complicated, difficult, has a big margin for error, and takes time, care, and love. I mean wouldn’t it be grand if you could pop open a cold beer, stir it into some mix and have fresh bread in under an hour?
Growing up, there were a few things that my mom made a few times a year that made me inordinately happy and one of those things was her Banana Bread. Honestly, when that woman made it–and she often surprised me–I would eat it for breakfast, pack it in my lunch for school, and enjoy some for desert after dinner. (For some reason, my parents would not let me eat it for dinner.) Whenever I would smell it baking, I was so excited.
I love love love breakfast, and I get on these kicks where I eat the same breakfast every single day for like a year.
My senior year in college and the first year I was in graduate school, I had a bowl of oatmeal and a few egg muffins {or a hard-boiled egg} every day.
