If you, like me, are a humongous “Doctor Who” fan, the Daleks need no introduction. In fact, you’re probably too busy squealing at the awesomeness pictured above to even bother reading what I’m writing here.
Therefore, if you’ve made it this far without a geeky fan outburst, you’re probably unaware of what a Dalek is. Allow me to elaborate on why these creatures are the most perfect villian/monster/psycho/robot you’ve ever seen.
Can I tell you a secret?
I ate these for lunch yesterday.
Nothing else. Just a donut, filled with custard.
The veggies in my fridge are weeping.
How did it come to this?
Remember when you were a kid and would stick one of your school projects on the fridge? It’d have some fantastic number written at the top in red Sharpie, perhaps with a sticker or smiley-faced stamp along with it, a monument of your utter awesomeness for all the family to see.
That’s how I feel about these cookies. I want to take a magnet and clip them to my fridge. I don’t care if it’s unsanitary and goes against the laws of physics, I want everyone to know about this recipe that I came up with all on my own.
An admittedly large shire, but a shire nonetheless.
I promise this will make more sense by the end of this post.
If you saw my last entry, where I plastered a photo of a roughly-two-year-old me predatorily eyeing a large, chocolate cake, then you know that I recently had a birthday! As a part of the celebrations, I flitted my way around Houston for some pampering and a bit major munching, stopping off at Salon on Kirby for a much-needed haircut as well has hitting the Hobbit Cafe for some of my favorite lunchy treats.
…this was me.
Okay, technically, twenty years ago at this very moment, I was about thirty minutes old. This photo was taken roughly two years later.
Still, I made that same face today when I saw my cake.
Surprisingly enough, today is October 14th! I was under the impression that tomorrow was the 14th, which is why this post is both late and incredibly rushed. Time management and I have not been getting along all that well lately and, unfortunately, studying for my Business Law final in the wee hours of the morning took precedence over the bloggy business. Those 3 am study hours then caused me to get hungry, eat a crunchy taco, have really strange dreams, sleep in, and then sprint to class this morning. Case in point, my apologies for the late posting—it’s quite hard to stop the domino effect of procrastination once it’s started.
What can I say about Crème Brûlée?
Seriously.
What can I say that will make Crème Brûlée even better than it already is? This stuff has got to be one of the world’s top ten most transcendental desserts, right up there with chocolate mousse and Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls.
Granted, the addition of coffee and caramel sure doesn’t hurt.
Wanna know how to make your own batch of this creamy yum-fest?
I’m back!!
It’s been four whole days since you’ve heard even a peep from my little corner of the blogosphere. That’s gotta be a record. As promised, I’ve got quite a yummy recipe here for you—Breakfast Braids.
What is a Breakfast Braid, you ask?
Dearest reader(s), something tragic has occurred.
My camera, the one that took such lovely photos such as this…
…yesterday met with its untimely demise.
People always talk about the “lazy days of summer,” but I have to argue that fall has plenty of laziness, too. Yes, there is school that starts back and lots of holidays to plan for, but there’s another side to it. After school’s been in session for a month or so, things become routine, and I start slacking other people start slacking. As far as holidays go, there is all the planning and work leading up to them, but there’s also a lot of flopping on the couch afterwards, especially for Thanksgiving.
So what dessert does one lethargically reach for when the lazy days of autumn roll in, gentle and breezy?
