Maybe someday I will learn to plan ahead and not put off all of my Christmas shopping until the day before Christmas Eve. Perhaps I will even have a plan as to what to buy. That is not today, though I’m happy to report that all presents have been procured.
If you’re in need of one more treat to make that is super duper easy, this fudge is an excellent option. I ran across Megan of Stetted‘s recipe for Dark Chocolate Fudge with Sea Salt while gathering ideas for edible Christmas gifts. It looked too good not to try, and I thought I’d holiday it up by swapping the almond extract and sea salt with peppermint extract and candies. With so few ingredients, it delivers a pure chocolate peppermint flavor.
I made this at my parents’ house which doesn’t have the most helpful light for photos. When I tried to take better photos the next day, I noticed that the crushed peppermint had melted, so boo. Maybe the fridge is too moist? See, it’s perfect for making last minute.
The recipe that I was hoping to post a few days ago didn’t quite work out as planned. I thought about trying again or making something else, but there is currently a giant mound of cookies in the kitchen left over from a party. Sounds like a good time for a round-up post, right?
I always enjoy making and giving gifts of the edible variety, so I perused the internet for some ideas in case anyone else just realized that Christmas was NEXT WEEK. The photos are from here and the links are mostly to blogs of friends and fellow Austinites. Continue reading
So we’re one week into December, and I have to say that while it’s been nice not making myself post every day for NaBloPoMo, it’s also been weird. More often than not, I feel like I’ve been in a bit of a funk, though not entirely because of not blogging. NaBloPoMo did often feel like a struggle, but having the daily purpose/accomplishment made up for it, which was something I noticed last year. I did need the breather, though. Last weekend I washed an absurd amount of dishes due to baking for Austin Bakes, so there wasn’t any real cooking or baking for the next few days to write about anyway.
I’m not sure what led to this realization, but it occurred to me the other day that I had never (knowingly) had a turnip. How had this not happened? I am 31 years old. Turnips are pretty basic, right? I seem to think of them as “northern” vegetables, along with the somewhat equally foreign parsnips and rutabagas. They are all available here, so I guess it’s more that my family never ate them. In my quest to try pretty much anything once (and to also pull myself out of mopey-ness), turnip soup needed to be made. Continue reading