This Maple-Spice Almond Butter Rice Treats Recipe is a fall-inspired, healthier take on Marshmallow Rice Treats.
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A recipe for healthy Date Coconut Cacao Nib Truffles that I take with me when I’m traveling so I can eat on the go.
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This month’s Pretty. Easy. is a recipe for a super simple Chocolate Banana Pudding Icebox Cake that’d make a great birthday cake.
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Inspired by my recent trip to Italy, I’ve come up with these super simple Limoncello-spiked creamsicles.
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With these Rum and Ginger Beer Floats I took ingredients for a Dark ‘n’ Stormy, floated it, and added a little salt to recreate a summer day at the beach.
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This Upside-Down Peach-Rhubarb Polenta Cake Recipe is my summery take on upside-down cake with peaches, rhubarb, and polenta.
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My Mom has a language all her own. Well, for all the etymology geeks out there, it’s not so much a language as a vernacular or even a jargon. No matter how you categorize it, it’s a sort of word pizzazz that’s distinctly hers.
Over the years, we’ve collected these terms with the goal of someday making a bound thesaurus — a Mom-saurus if you will. (Though, on second thought, that may sound more like something from the Paleolithic era than a word reference). Semantics aside, it’d be packed with turns of phrase, idioms, and sayings that just might be on an endangered words list were it not for my mother.
A few of the real gems include terms like: ravs instead of ravioli; sconces for, well, sconces but used at a rate higher than that of true sconce sightings; fisticuffs for any sort of run-in, but, when said, it must be accompanied by the action of spinning clenched fists under your chin in the manner of the Fighting Irish mascot; and excessive use of the word traipsing, as in, “the cat was traipsing about the garden with no regard for the orchids I had just planted.”
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This recipe is a twist on the classic lemon bars but made with pureed strawberries, lemons, and coconut.
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My mother loves Peeps. And cheap white cake. And candy corn. Which is totally ironic because she was a dental hygienist and rarely had sugar in the house when we were growing up (that we knew of).
Her sweet tooth goes into overdrive during the Easter season when she can be found diving into her stash of Chocolate-Peanut Butter eggs with abandon. But those over-the-counter eggs are loaded with all sorts of subpar ingredients never mind the fact that they could just be so much better with a few tweaks. So, this year I made her homemade chocolate eggs.
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