Lemon Shortbread Crumble Bars: The ULTIMATE Lemon Lover's Dessert!
I wrote this post as part of the Plugrá Butter Brigade. Thanks, Plugrá, for sponsoring this post and for making my favorite butter!
Do you guys brush your dog's teeth? And if so, when? When the crap do you do that? Just to be clear, this isn't a rhetorical question. I need an answer.
And to be clearer, I want you to respond, I know, right? I KNOW. When do people do things like that?
and not, I do it twice a day: in the morning right after churning my butter and puréeing my organic baby food for the day, and in the evening right before I settle in to hand-weave baskets for my Etsy shop.
Mediterranean Baked Sweet Potatoes
Burning campfire air and cricket forest song as we picked our way over the gravel road with bare feet. Hopscotch hopscotch hot coals until we were on solid ground in front of the campground’s swing set, abandoned in the dusk. The trees, heavy with pollen, were outlined in the fading light all around us.
Tamara claimed one swing and I jumped on the other. On the way up to Cane Creek in the back of her parents’ car, we had pointed out every Ford on the road with glee. Each car was a vehicular homage to the object of our 6th grade affection, Brandon Ford, a short blonde kid with freckles. Screaming, “FORD!” and dissolving into giggles was the closest either of us would ever come to being Brandon’s girlfriend (sad, I know), so we relished it.
Thanks to Philadelphia Cream Cheese
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Lemon Blueberry Fluff Bars
Home Ec. messed me all up. Do you remember Home Economics class? Where you learned to wash dishes and bake cookies and parent an egg-with-a-face-drawn-on for a week? The teacher didn’t realize that egg babies are easily replaced after regrettable incidents on the bus. Ahem.
Coconut Cream Gooey Butter Cake
A definite perk of being a teacher is that you never stop getting excited for school breaks. Spring break is usually glorious, since it ushers in the best time of the year. Everything is weaving thoughtfully and productively toward the luxurious summer.
glorious. But this past week was my spring break, and I was sick for over half of it. Like, someone's-stabbing-my-tonsils-repeatedly sort of sick.
I shouldn't complain. I had a fantastic winter break and winter breaks are notoriously awful for teachers -- right smack in the middle of the most depressing point in the school year when no one is quite sure that anything will work out, everyone has the flu, and pocketbooks and patience are stretched thin.