I think that if I were ever in a situation where I had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of my life, I’d say wings. Hot, sticky buffalo wings slathered with chunky blue cheese dressing. No celery.
But wings of all sorts are tasty too. We made these sticky teriyaki wings back for the Super Bowl and they were a hit. I could definitely go for them again. Soon. As in this weekend soon. Or tomorrow soon. Or now soon.
There’s an episode of Sex and the City where Carrie has incredible writer’s block. Funny, since she’s a fake writer and a terrible fake writer at that. However, I can sympathize. She actually wrote “Men as socks”. I would prefer to compare myself to actual people, admirable people worth looking up to. Amazing women writers who pave the way for the next generation of female writers. Women who write about things that are important, meaningful, life-changing.
What was I talking about? Right, Carrie Bradshaw and how much she sucks. Anyway, I can at least relate to her writer’s block. Because while this granola is fantastic in every sense, I can’t think of a thing to say about it. Nothing witty or funny or even deep and meaningful. Nothing. Just this granola rocks, I love it. I want to eat it every morning for breakfast without yogurt, just by itself. Coffee granules really add to everything they are mixed into, walnuts are my favorite, granola rocks. The end.
Curd is a really awful word for something that is incredibly delicious. In fact, curd is probably one of my favorite treats. When I was in high school, my mom made lemon tarts. Crispy, flaky shells filled with silky lemon curd. We took a trip to Disney World during my junior year and stopped by the French patisserie in EPCOT. Of course, they had lemon tarts and we ordered one, plus a half dozen other treats. And while it was good, it was nowhere near my mom’s lemon tart. Seriously, that woman makes my favorite things. If the world were to end tomorrow, I would want to eat my mom’s lemon tarts as my last meal. But I would probably avoid using the word curd because it sounds ghastly.
Recently, I came into possession of a large number of grapefruits. I knew they would go bad before I would eat them all. Consider me the world’s slowest eater of grapefruit. I wasn’t sure what to do with all of them, short of giving them away. So I figured why not test my hand at grapefruit curd. It had to be at least half as good as its lemony twin, right? And yes, it was… it may have even been better. I spooned some into a tart shell. And over top of vanilla ice cream. And maybe directly into my mouth… Sweet and sour at the same time, silky smooth. Grapefruit curd is my new favorite dessert.
Biscoff is certainly a yummy treat. And lately, even though I find myself wanting savory, real foods over junk foods (who’d have thought?!), I can still get down with anything Biscoff. I think it is the buttery flavor of it that gets me but who can really pin it down?
In this rendition, I took Biscoff and combined it with a classic American buttercream. Then, I piped it out onto a light, moist coffee cupcake. I figure it was a fun play on coffee and butter cookies.