These Pink and Black Cookies are inspired by the New York deli favorite, the black and white cookie. These cookies are cakey, moist, flavored with strawberry and topped with a chocolate and strawberry glaze. YUM!
I bought a nut bag like three years ago and finally used it for this post.
Nut bag sounds like a terrible insult. You nut bag, you. It also sounds like something your doctor would hold while telling you to cough. OK I’LL STOP NOW THIS IS A FOOD BLOG SORRY.
We’re talking about this milk, spiked with sweet, fragrant strawberries and dates. It tastes gloriously healthy and yet like a total treat.
I was going start this paragraph by saying, “Cocktail season is here!” But then I stopped myself because we all know that it’s always cocktail season on this blog. Duh. This cocktail in particular is seasonal, I suppose, though I see nothing wrong with using frozen strawberries, making this drank doable year-round.
Sure this looks like a pretty simple strawberry basil situation mixed with some gin, but I can assure you it’s a bit more special. I can’t get near strawberries without thinking of adding a dash of black pepper and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar. It’s just too easy! So this cocktail has a bit of weird stuff added to it, but do you expect any less from me? No, you don’t.
In other news, thanks for all your concern with Amelia. I’m happy to report that she’s back to barking a lot, stealing shoes, drinking my afternoon tea when I’m not looking and so on. So she’s better.
Homemade pudding has been well documented on this here site quite a bit. It’s a near and dear dessert that’s so close to my heart. Puddin’ is the thing I want to eat after a super heavy meal when I can barely even think to think about dessert, but totally want to. Am I making sense?
And no matter how many new pudding memories I make, pudding will always, ALWAYS remind me of Billy Madison. (Please tell me you clicked on that link and watched him dance down those stairs. You’re welcome.)
Billy loved his Snack Packs! I remember watching that movie over and over and begging my mom to add them to her grocery list. She did. I was a girl obsessed with Billy Madison and chocolate pudding.
We’re flirxting with summer. By the way, “flirxting” is a technical term.
I’m so ready to do a canon ball in a pool; definitely not ready to be in a bathing suit in front of other humans. Ugh.
I’m looking forward to old movies in the cemetery whilst eatin’ cool snacks; not ready to need air-conditioning.
I can’t wait to bake up elaborate pies with fresh berries; not ready for fruit flies. They loooove my kitchen in the summer.
I’m excited for crazy salads (I can’t believe I’m saying that!), but when it’s hot outside all I want to eat are piles upon piles of grilled vegetables. I’m so not ready to sweat. There’s nothing adorable about the act of sweating, am I right?