Monday, February 28, 2011
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
This recipe belongs to a woman that was brave enough to marry into our family over 30 years ago.
She and my dad's youngest brother, Dave live in Scottsdale.
And they have three awesome kids.
She had Norwegian roots.
As does this fantabulous dessert.
Her dad, "Big Bill" is a preacher and great story teller.
He grew up in Minneapolis, right near the very first Target store.
And actually knew the brothers that started my most favorite retail chain.
And I'm thinking that it's quite possible that they were Norwegian, too?
Which means that Norwegians brought us Target and Chocolate Angel.
Which means I love Norwegians.
Although, I'm thinking about asking Big Bill to give his old buddies a call.
The grocery section in the Foster City store.
It needs some serious help.
Can a girl get some spray butter? Not asking for the moon.
But, I digress.
Easy, delicious. Sent from heaven above.
Oh, and there is some debate as to the kind of chocolate chips to use.
My vote? Ghiradelli milk chocolate.
Try it. You won't be sorry.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
My mom's mom, Grandma Dunn was known for Easter cakes pucks.
Baking wasn't exactly her strong suite.
Shopping? Yes. Time share vacationing? For sure. Gambling? Absolutely.
She even had a personalized slot glove.
And was one of the most generous people I knew.
But it's safe to say that Grandma and the kitchen weren't exactly the best of friends.
Grandmums (my dad's mom), on the other hand, makes a mean lemon meringue.
And the yummiest Snickerdoodles this side of the Rockies.
But honestly, I worry that I'll mess them up.
So I just leave them alone.
And steal recipes from other people's grandmas.
Like my friend Wendy who brought this delicious coffee cake to a Mother's Group a few years ago.
She and her cute family moved to Southern California but I asked her to leave the recipe behind.
It's quick. And easy.
And incredibly delicious.
I learned from Wendy that Grandma Sands was also a pastor's wife.
She wrote all the church plays, helped her husband with his sermons. And raised 4 kids. WITHOUT a Kitchenaid.
She passed away when Wendy was just a year old.
Grandma Sands sounds like she was pretty amazing. Just like her Coffee Cake.