I found myself humming and hawing over what cake to create for our weekly Sunday Family Cake tradition when I went to go drop off a few things at my dad’s house. We were chatting in his kitchen when I spied a bottle of cinnamon vanilla Baileys on the counter by the coffee pot and WHAM! Just like that! Cake inspiration hit.
Eggnog Snickerdoodle Cake. I giggle when I read the title of this cake. It’s like the lovechild of everything that is delicious and yummy about Christmas. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m an eggnog gal. And I’ve also made it quite clear that I swoon...
The easiest dairy-free snickerdoodles. Rolled in cinnamon sugar, these classic cookies have a crisp edge and soft chewy center. An absolute must-bake!
Is there anything more comforting than a freshly baked cinnamon bun? Or do you call it a cinnamon roll? Bun, roll, whatever you wanna call it…it’s pure deliciousness. That burst of warm cinnamon-scented air as you open the oven door and pull out the tray. The bubbling crackling noise of the sugar, cinnamon, and butter filling boiling inside each little roll of puffed doughy goodness. Heaven. Pure and total comfort food heaven.
My Grandma Anderson made a mean spice cake. She would take out her 9x13 pyrex glass baking dish, a large mixing bowl, and start whisking away. If we were lucky she would let us grandkids lick the spatula when she was done.
Donuts. Nothing quite compares to them. And they’re a lot like pizza in that even when they’re bad, they’re still pretty good. Growing up I was all for the chocolate-dipped, sprinkled, cream, or jelly-filled ones. You know the type, flashy and frilly. I had the realization not too long ago that I’ve officially become an old person when I passed those extravagant glitzy donuts and went straight for the old fashioned sour cream glazed. And the truth is, I’ll gladly wave my granny flag 😉 if that means I get first dibs, especially for these baked Spiced Pear Donuts!
49. 49 years old. That was how old my mother was when she was first diagnosed with breast cancer. 13. 13 years long. That was how long she battled it for. I wish I could say that my mother and I had a great relationship. The truth is that I spent much of my...