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Week Seven Apple Pie and Bubble Junk

Week Seven – Apple Pie and Bubble Junk

I will confess that I wasn't all that creative with one of our projects this week (yes, we did two, but one isn't edible… I mean, I guess it is, but you wouldn't want to.) The first was inspired by the amazing pyramids of apples that showed up last week in our grocery store. I promise not to bore you with my memories of picking apples in Maine. (Sigh… it's just more romantic than picking apples at Brookshire's here in Tyler.) I know I've already done an a...

Week Six -- Magic Cookie Bars and a Goal Realized

Magic Cookie Bars and a Life Goal Realized

After last week's (ahem) interesting project, I felt like we needed a tried and true one. Bring on the Magic Cookie Bars. Okay, to be truthful, the only magical thing about them is that they are so easy. Well, I guess they are also pretty darn good.
Ingredients:
1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand® Sweetened Condensed Milk
2 cups (12 oz. pkg.) semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 1/3 cups flaked coconut
1 cup chopped...

Week Five (late) Raw Food Pie

Raw Food Chocolate Mousse Pie
I know I'm late with the posting, but sickness and general business and a thousand papers to grade left me a little behind, but the projects continued... just the posting was lagging...

Okay, this is a little outside of my normal baking/eating habits. I am pretty careful about everything else we eat around here, with the exception of desserts. Let me clarify. I don't call an apple dessert, nor is a Twinkie or a bowl of cereal, although with the exception of the...

Week Four - Applesauce

Week Four – Apple Sauce and Apple Jelly




We had to make these, both because apples were on sale at the grocery store and because we are feeling very homesick for someplace where there actually is fall. My mother wrecked me and I'm wrecking my son. I never ate that weird tan stuff they call applesauce that you can buy at the grocery store. I even remember looking suspiciously at the yellowish blob of the stuff on my lunch tray in elementary school. The menu listed applesauce. It was only vague...

Week Three -- Ice Cream

Okay, I have to admit that this week was a bit of a cheat. I mean, we did make ice cream (vanilla) and sauce to put on it (chocolate), but I didn't do much more than eat it. Harrison and my parents did all the work. My mom bought all of the ingredients and my dad worked the machine. I did (for about three minutes) supervise the stirring of the chocolate sauce to make sure there were no burned fingers. (And to make sure I was first in line for a taste – I am shameless).

And another confession...

Week Two -- Cheese

Cheese (Specifically Mozzarella)

First, yesterday was my birthday. And.. this is the fun/scary part. Harrison, my wonderful son, bought me a skateboard for my birthday. He got all the pads for me too. Thank goodness. So, I guess I'm going to learn to skateboard. So, if next week's post looks a little crazy, it's because I'm only typing with one hand because I've broken my wrist.

This week we decided to make cheese. After the obvious (and I know sort of gross) jokes about "cutting the cheese"…. ...

Week One -- Doughnuts

Okay, I realize that there is a doughnut or donut or do-nut place on just about every corner and that they are amazingly cheap, but I've decided to ignore those two points. This week we are making doughnuts. (I am choosing this spelling for simplicity sake.)

I should start by admitting that I have never actually deep fried anything. It's sort of the whole idea of food swimming in oil, but it's also the mess that has been prohibitive. But, I have decided to be fearless this year. We've made bak...

And so it begins...

Who: One eight-year-old, one twenty-something college student, and one thirty-something writer and extreme foodie.

When: One year, starting September 1, 2009

What: 52 kitchen projects that will range from making cheese to building a gingerbread castle.

Why: Because life is too short not to do something crazy fun for no reason.

How: Who knows.

Where: Our crazy kitchen