Chocolate Mint Grasshopper Sandwich Cookies

Chocolate Mint Grasshopper Sandwich Cookies 2

    I’m up in Jackson Hole, Wy again, this time for the entire month of August (an ideal month to skedaddle from the Las Vegas heat.)  Eric and I drove up with the dogs on Saturday, a drive that makes you realize just how big the state of Utah is.   On the positive side, I got a whopping 42 out of 50 states crossed off

Brown Butter Cashew Blondies with Salted Butterscotch Ganache


I’m sitting at McCarran Airport, waiting for my Southwest flight to Austin for the BlogHer Food ’13 conference.  It will be my first time attending this annual event, so I’m feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves (in a first day at a new school sort of way.)  Although I have been blogging for quite some time, I still feel like I have only scratched

Almond Joy Hand Pies


AND…….I’m back.  It’s been a few months (or six, but who’s counting?), so here’s a quick laundry list of what’s been keeping me away from my beloved baking blog: Get cookbook #1, 175 Best Mini Pie Recipes, edited and published:  CHECK (You can see the book sitting comfortably over there on the sidebar–shameless self plug #1.) Migrate Peanut Butter and Julie blog from Typepad to WordPress

Chocolate Stout Brownies with Whiskey Ganache

Chocolate Stout Brownies with Whiskey Ganache

I’m fairly certain that some of the first words I learned to say were “Jack Daniels manhattan, up.” And no, I was not raised in a bar.     For as long as I can recall, a manhattan made with Jack Daniels whiskey and served straight up has been my dad’s cocktail of choice.  He never drinks them at home, only in restaurants at the

Chewy Chocolate Gingerbread Macarons

Chewy Chocolate Gingerbread Macarons

“What are you making?” Eric says with mild interest as he wanders into the kitchen in search of Fritos, his current snack obsession. “Macarons.” “Oh, I love macaroons.” “No, not macaroons. Macarons.” Blank stare. Silence. Resumes search for Fritos. I then go on to explain that the beloved macaroons to which he referred (I love them too, for the record) are the super-sweet, super-moist mounded