As in, at this time of year legitimately half of my kitchen table is taken up by Tupperwares FULL of cookies from various swaps, holiday parties, and baking adventures. I bring a lot of it to work and try to foist off my sweets on my coworkers (usually they’re only too happy to oblige). I send some to my mom and my sisters. Other times, I just force myself to have an extra cookie for dessert…and second dessert. It’s a hard life I lead, I know.
Happy World Nutella Day! Each year on February 5, theorganizers of this wonderful foodie day encourage chocolate hazelnut lovers the world over to post their tastiest recipes featuring Nutella.
Last year I brought Nutella granola to the party…but this year I wasn’t feeling quite so healthy. 😉
These cookies combine the chewy, bright sweetness of butterscotch and oatmeal with the deeper richness of a Nutella buttercream filling. Don’t say I didn’t warn you–these little pies pack quite a punch!
I lose track of what day (and often hour) it is. After a week of blow-drying my hair every morning and almost getting eaten by my diffuser, my hair sits atop my head in a ponytail or (if I’m feeling really ratty) a topknot. I begin to call a cookie a meal. The miracle of brunch makes alcohol acceptable before noon. And since I don’t yet have my company-issued phone, I’m not instantaneously accessible to my colleagues.
Well, hi there. How are you doing? It’s been two days since Hurricane Sandy blew out of the tristate, but the New York metro area is definitely still feeling its effects. I was one of the very, very lucky ones who did not lose power throughout the storm, but my hometown is completely in the dark with multiple trees fallen on every street. I’ve been able to keep in touch with my family periodically, and my parents have a small generator they’ve been using to run the fridge, but things are definitely messy.
With that said, it’s nothing compared to what residents of parts of Long Island, the Jersey shore and Breezy Point are dealing with at the moment. Please keep the millions affected in your thoughts and prayers–rebuilding is happening, and we’re a resilient bunch, but this storm touched so many.
August. The month that gives meaning to the term “the dog days of summer.” Like many of the other bloggers whose posts I read, I’m in total disbelief that it’s already halfway through the month–and that summer is nearly over. Now, don’t get me wrong, the days upon days of sweltering heat seem plenty long while I’m in ’em, but I turned around and all of you who’ve got kiddies are posting back-to-school pictures. What?!
(Nerd consolation: I’m going back to school this year too! Time to go to Staples!! Buying notebooks = one of my favorite things.)
Oh wait, you’re not morning people? Sorry. I am in possession of the often-unfortunate quality of being one of those people who functions best in the early hours. I say “often-unfortunate” because it’s my experience that the general population loathes morning people. They resent–perfectly understandably, in my opinion–bright, perky, caffeinated efficiency before their neurons have had a chance to get properly kickstarted.