Brownie Cake with Nutella Peanut Butter Frosting

Salty sweet. Salty sweet. Salty sweet. Salty sweet. Salty sweet. Despite the prevalence of desserts here on Foodie With Family, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I think that is why I’m so picky about my desserts. When I DO want a sweet, I don’t want just any sweet. I want the best. [Read On]

Peanut Butter Cup No Bake Mini Cheesecakes

I’d like to observe a moment of silence for my waistline. *Silence punctuated by the sound of chewing. Munch, munch, mmmmmmm… It’s moments like these that I wonder what I’m doing to you folks: you kind, sweet people who come read my recipes, laugh with me, send me wonderful notes and leave flattering and/or hilarious [Read On]

Nana’s Spanish Style Hot Chocolate (Hot Chocolate Pudding)

My Mom -known around these parts as Nana- does a lot of things very well.  She remembers the name of just about everyone she’s ever met, plays a mean piano and a killer game of chess, makes stupendous lumpia, and always delivers a hug right when you need one (even if you don’t know you [Read On]

Chocolate Covered Graham Crackers and S’Mores Bars

Oftentimes, the ordinary things are the ones that bring the most pleasure; a cool breeze on a hot day, sitting quietly next to your kids on the couch, studying puffy white clouds in a cerulean sky, eating the first sun-warmed berry of the season or curling up to sleep at night between cool, clean sheets. [Read On]

Deep, Dark Chocolate Truffle Brownie Bites: Foodie Gift #10

It is only fair to warn you that if you give these as gifts or take these to cookie exchanges that you will most likely be expected to repeat the performance every year thereafter.  I’ve been making these for a couple years now.  I have a friend, who shall remain unnamed, who hosted a cookie [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 [Read On]

(And she smacks her forehead!)

Aidan, age 8, and Ty, age 6,  came flying through the door while I was preparing tonight’s deja food masterpiece.  Aidan, tightly grasping two cups with the open ends pushed together yelled, “Ty just had the BEST idea for dessert tonight, Mom.  Tell her Ty!”   At this point I expected them to show me some wild [Read On]