Last night I had a nightmare; someone had stolen my spinach! Now I know that doesn’t make any sense to you, so let me explain. Someone took my spinach, therefore I couldn’t eat my Spinach Salad with Warm Honey Bacon Dressing. The spinach is important, but not as much as the dressing. If someone had stolen that, I would’ve woke up screaming!
Here’s what happened. [click to continue…]
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It’s hot! It’s always hot in my kitchen. Maybe it’s because the oven is always on. Maybe it’s because I’m always cooking or baking something. The fact it’s summertime is not helping much. This little diddy chilled me out. Maybe, it will cool you off too.
Seriously. Try it. It’s my new favorite thing.
Mondo’s Honey Lemonade
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup hot water
1/2 cup plus 2T lemon juice, about 3 lemons
3 cups cold water
Stir honey and hot water over low heat until blended.
Let cool and add lemon juice and cold water.
Chill or pour into iced glasses.
Makes 1 pitcher
Enjoy!
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Mondo’s Morsels is sponsoring a great cause-the Comprehensive AIDS Resource and Education Program. Founded in 1986, C.A.R.E., helps meet the medical and social needs of the HIV community throughout Los Angeles County.
Please join us for this multimedia extravaganza! There will be an art show, a DJ, stand-up comedians, live musical performances, plus free drinks and appetizers! That’s a lot of entertainment for a measly $10.
See ya there!
Saturday, Aug. 1st, 7pm -2am
Industry Cafe & Jazz
6039 Washington Blvd.
Culver City, CA 90232
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Divas can be quite temperamental: fussy, demanding, ridiculous at times, but in the end…they’re completely worth the trouble. Is it Mariah, you ask? Whitney? Celine? Nah. I’m talking about the ultimate cookie diva-the Midnight Bliss.
As the creator of this cookie, it’s very close to my heart. That being said, sometimes I want to punch it in the face. I’ve prepared this cookie on several occasions, each with some sort of issue.
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Let me begin by saying…I’m a sucker for a beautiful chocolate chip cookie. It’s like how guys react when they see a hot chick. They think, “How do I get me some of that?” Don’t lie guys…you know you think that way. I’m not hating. I’m the same way…just for cookies.
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It’s official! I’m declaring July 5th Snickerdoodle Sunday! Well…not really, but it’s a catchy title, no?
While perusing cookie blogs this weekend, I found one entitled lovin from the oven. Kim, owner of said blog, had some very cute pics of Snickerdoodles on her site. Now, I’m not a huge fan of Snickerdoodles, but I certainly wouldn’t turn one down-know what I’m saying? Plus, quite a few of my friends request that I add them to my ever-expanding repertoire. So…here goes. [click to continue…]
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Marsha, aka Snuda, a great friend of mine, once said “There’s no way a giant cookie can taste good.” Of course, I had to disagree with her, even though I think the giant cookie is one of the dumbest creations ever!
Today I’m setting out to prove her wrong, because I do believe the giant cookie can taste good, as long as it’s made with my chocolate chip recipe. Does that make me arrogant? Wait…don’t answer that question.
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After taking 48 hours to flush the evil Advil out of my system and let my taste buds heal, I gave my newest creation a try. Dark and decadent, this cookie is not for the faint of heart. It’s a delight that should be savored with your favorite glass of red by the fire. Having none of those things, I ate mine standing near the stove in the kitchen. Not as sexy, but just as good.
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Let me just say I’ve never made wine syrup before today. It’s kinda exciting. If you’ve never made it before either, let me tell ya…it generates the most amazing aroma ever. The fragrance is hard to describe-it’s like waking up at your favorite bread and breakfast and brunch is already waiting for you. The bouquet promises buttered brioche, freshly made strawberry preserves and warm, dark amber syrup. I wanted to keep on simmering so I could smell it forever.
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Ok…the prune butter knocked me back a couple of steps. What was I thinking? Prune butter? It doesn’t matter that I made it myself. Or that I made it with wine. The fact remains…prune butter! The audience was silent. I could hear the crickets chirping. I’ll know better next time. [click to continue…]
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