Easter Trifle Dessert
I pulled the trifle dish out late one spring evening, when the kitchen smelled faintly of butter and the last strawberries of the season. I was testing how a simple …
I pulled the trifle dish out late one spring evening, when the kitchen smelled faintly of butter and the last strawberries of the season. I was testing how a simple …
I still remember the late afternoon light that used to warm my little kitchen as I rolled dough and stirred fruit, the smell of butter and strawberries filling the room …
I can still smell the warm sweetness when I think about making this Valentine’s Day Muddy Buddies for my family. The kitchen would be quiet except for the soft rustle …
I pulled the muffin tin from the freezer with a quiet grin, feeling the chill on my fingers and smelling a faint whisper of chocolate from the Oreo crumbs, and …
I pulled a warm baking sheet from the oven one late night, and the air filled my tiny kitchen with a soft, sugary scent that felt like unwrapping a small …
The bowl on the counter smelled like warm butter and a hint of vanilla, and I remember standing there with a tea towel over my arm, shaping soft ropes of …
The kitchen smelled faintly of vanilla and toasted coconut as I mixed the last spoonful of sweetened condensed milk into a pile of shredded coconut, and in that quiet hour …
I still remember the afternoon the house smelled like warm butter and toasted cereal, when my youngest pressed a marshmallow into my hand and announced that this batch would be …
When the kitchen was quiet and the light outside turned soft and golden, I scooped a chilled truffle in half and felt the tiny give of cream cheese against the …
The oven light throws a soft glow across the counter as I press my thumb into the last round of dough and watch a tiny pool of ruby jam settle …