To all the cheesecakes I’ve loved before…

Caramel Apple Cheesecake

A Caramel Apple Cheesecake with a layer of dulce de leche hidden in the Grand Marnier Cheesecake.               This one's a white chocolate caramel latte cheesecake with white chocolate mousse.     I am, for all intents and purposes, mourning the loss of my cheesecake portfolio.  All the pictures I used to sell my cheesecakes to potential customers were lost when my &%*($ hard drive crashed.  I only have three pictures left until I can figure out a way to pay the highway robbers hard drive recovery people.  They're not even the best pictures I had.  Whine.    So... does anyone want a caramel apple cheesecake, white chocolate caramel latte cheesecake or Aunt Molly cheesecake (a.k.a. Triple Citrus Harmony Cake?) … {Read on...}

Ze-bra-vo cake!


  I was feeling mighty sorry for myself yesterday after a much anticipated trip to my old home turf, Michigan, fell victim to the astronomical gas prices.  After moping around I decided to do something constructive and distract myself.  Did I do what a self-respecting hausfrau should?  Did I clean the cupboards, scrub the floors, or even *gasp* fold the laundry that has been in baskets for more time than is decent?  Oh, heck no!  I decided to make a beautiful cake.   I had seen a zebra cake on earlier in the day and it seemed the perfect candidate to take my mind off my top-of-the-mitt, Mackinac bridge, pine tree and sand loving troubles.  It was a gorgeous, stripey cake that, if Scott was being truthful, was as easy to make as it was stunning.    My disappointment over the almost-trip was acute so I decided to up the ante a little and make it more complicated.  I had some leftover vanilla ice cream and raspberry coulis from my bannock dessert (post and ingredients found here!) late last week.  What to do?  What to do?  I confabbed over the phone with my stepmom, Valerie.  I told her I was going to stuff the cake with ice cream and drizzle the coulis over it.  She said, "I'd do that and take it one step further.  Hot fudge sauce!"  She's a genius, that Val!   Thankfully, I had Val's killer hot fudge sauce recipe handy and even more thankfully, I had all the necessary ingredients on hand.  (It's not easy to make last minute store runs … {Read on...}

They did it. I have proof. I will use this to bribe them later.

  They ate the crickets. I have video evidence and I will show this to their future wives. Sometimes revenge is a dish best served cold.   I'd like to apologize for the grainy quality of the video, but it was the best I could rustle up on short order.  I used my digital camera for the process.    Also, I'd like to point out the fact that in the background you can hear my husband saying, "Hey!  You just swallowed it.  You gotta chew it up!"  But what you didn't hear- because it happened way off camera- was him categorically refusing to eat any bug under any circumstances shy of famine and starvation ever, ever, ever.      … {Read on...}

Proof that my children are wild.

  ...The thing is that snails in aioli really are great.  A few million Frenchmen can't be wrong! … {Read on...}

Roasted Crickets

...That is what my kids told me yesterday when asking whether I could help them roast crickets and then dip them in chocolate.  That is what I get for allowing them to read books about survival skills.    I have 9 crickets chilling, literally, in my fridge in preparation to roast them.  Mmm hmm.  I said I'm going to roast crickets.  If you read yesterday's post (and she smacks her forehead!) you will see how this all came about.  I'm a little too disgusted with myself to go into the whole thing again.  So the big debate is whether the boys should have them salty or, as Ty- the originator of the idea- suggests, dipped in dark chocolate.  I don't care.    I tried talking to my sister for moral support.  She was no help.  She was excited.  I think she has latent hostility toward me for all those times I stuck my pointy elbow in her ribs.   Me (whining):  "I can't believe I promised Ty I would help him roast crickets."   Jessie:  "That's awesome!  I think I saw a children's book about cooking with insects.  Maybe you could get it from the library to reinforce the lesson."   Me:  "What lesson?  The lesson that I shouldn't 'promise' to roast crickets?  I got that one down already."   Jessie: "No.  I mean it's really neat!  There are people all over the world who eat insects.  This is a great lesson."   Me:  "Well then, why don't you come over and help them and then you can eat some?"   Jessie: "I'm a vegetarian."   Me:  "Lame … {Read on...}