What is St. Patrick’s day without a little celebration? I mean, I love corned beef and cabbage. And soda bread. And the “leprechauns” that used to dye the milk green so we could have green pancakes. I have been waiting for Saint Patrick’s day for a whole year, and not because I want to go out partying. Because I love the food. Read more
2011 was a big year for me, and yes, I know I am a full week late on this whole-year encompassing post. It hadn’t really hit me that it was a new year. Too many exciting things happened in the 2 months before the year changed, that for me, 2012 starting was not all that transforming.
So, the good news is that the people at my new job haven’t fired me yet. And I haven’t quit. This is a fantastic job. Super fantastic. Although, (shameless personal plug here) I really need to sublet my apartment in Champaign. So, if you know someone who needs a place to live in Chambana, please send them my way so that I can move out. Read more
I found out that my new coworkers already read my blog. They asked me questions about my baking on my first day. And they have asked for something spectacular for the company Christmas party. Peppermint brownies? Eggnog blondies? Decisions, decisions.
But, let’s procrastinate those decisions and talk cookies.
These cookies are brought to you by the numbers 3, 2, 1.
The past month has flown by like whoa.
I quit my job. I got a new job. I moved.
Old faithful is staying with Blondie.
That is quite a lot of change. Oh, and I am allowed to move around and bend and twist, there are no staples or steri-strips left on my back. I would say this means we need to celebrate. And we should celebrate with cookies.