Y’all know how many sweet teeth I have. I’m positive that a few of them came about because of my over the top love of ice cream. I love it year round. Matter of fact, I always have the bowl to my ice cream maker in the freezer ready to go when I am. Which is often. I’ve whipped up I don’t know how many batches of this bourbon riffic beauty right here. It might be one of my favorites. I realize I say that about a lot of ice creams (can’t help myself I love the cream of ice) but this one is pretty special.
I’m kind of an ice cream nut. Like I will wear out my ice cream maker come spring and summer nut. The bowl stays in the freezer to be ready when I am. In fact, it would probably be a good idea for me to look into getting a second bowl. That’s how much I use it (you can find links for the products I use at the bottom of the post under the recipe). This ice cream is a little different from my normal recipe because it’s dairy free. Wha? Yep, it’s made using Lactaid milk. So all of y’all that have dairy allergies, intolerance or are just avoiding dairy (that one I just can’t wrap my head around but m’kay) this one is for you. It’s also gluten free and vegetarian. We’re ticking all kinds of boxes today!
This is going to be an incredibly difficult post for me to write. I’ve gone back and forth and finally decided that sharing this is something I need to do for me. I’ve poured myself a whiskey and I’m just going to write like I was pulling off a band-aid and hope it makes some sort of coherent sense. I’m also hoping that these photos are in focus because it’s hard to tell when your eyes are puffy and red. If you’re just wanting an incredibly delicious peach cobbler recipe then please go ahead and scroll down to the bottom now for the recipe. You won’t be disappointed. I’m incredibly biased, but it’s ridiculously delicious. Anyone, whose ever tried it has agreed with me. It’s by far the best peach cobbler I’ve ever had in my life and I’m from the South so that’s saying something.
I love lemons. Like I eat them like candy love them. Yes, I’m one of those people. I like them in my water, I like them sliced. I like lemon head candies, I like them in all the desserts. You get the picture. Lemon all the things. Yes, please and thank you. Want to know what’s even better than a lemon dessert to me? A NO BAKE lemon dessert. An easy peasy throw it together no bake luscious lemon treat. That’s what I’m talking about.
If you know me, you know I have a big fat massive couldn’t stop it if I wanted to sweet tooth. It is THE reason I work out. I’ve given up trying to fight it, it’s pointless and detrimental to those around me when I try to abstain from sweets, trust me I get CRANKY and that’s not pretty. So I work out and eat sweets. It works for me so I’ll keep on keepin’ on the sweets treadmill.
I’ll just let that sink in for a minute. WHISKEY. CARAMEL. AFFOGATO. It’s a drink that’s like a dessert all in one awesome glass. You’ll need a straw and a spoon to have your bases covered, best to be prepared. I mean if you didn’t have a straw you could just tip the glass and drink it so no worries if you’re all out of straws when it comes time. I mean we gotta do what we gotta do. Affogato in Italian means drowned. You will be drowning alright, in deliciousness that is.
For those of you who’ve been hanging around our little corner of the interwebs and especially for those of you who know me IRL (in real life y’all) KNOW without a shadow of a doubt I have zero to little willpower when it comes to dessert. It’s like kryptonite for me. I’m weak. It’s a big reason I work out (and by big I mean it’s the only reason), so I can EAT all the deliciousness that is dessert, and okay carbs too, but we’re talking dessert today.
Tiramisu is my dessert kryptonite. I seriously can NOT say no to this dessert. Ever. I curse my sweet tooth. But it is, what it is, so I don’t fight it. I just give in and then exercise. Pretty much the story of my life. Which is okay, unless I eat the entire pan. Which is why I typically like to make this pick me up dessert in individual portions. It helps keep my lack of willpower in check, aka not eating the entire pan when no one is around. But sometimes there might not be time to individually layer jars (because let’s be honest that does add to prep time) in walks your square pan.
I’ve got a thing for cookies. Okay, let’s be honest, I have a thing for sweets in general but cookies, they’re small and don’t make me feel bad about eating them. Unless I eat a dozen then I feel bad. Not while I’m doing it mind you, only after when my pants are tight. That’s when I feel bad and am required to get back on the treadmill so said pants fit again. It’s a wicked cycle but one I’m willing to endure because sweet tooth. I’m surprised that I don’t have cavities, perhaps it’s my incessant need to brush my teeth. Who knows.
Risotto is simply sexy food people. There’s something therapeutic for me about the stirring required to get that creamy dreamy consistency that risotto is famous for. I don’t make it often because I ALWAYS want to eat the entire pot myself. It could be an entire meal for me, and okay honestly it has, back to that whole not making it often thing. When I do make it I like to double the recipe because you know the only thing better than Risotto? Leftover Risotto that you turn into ARANCINI. Seriously, fried risotto balls. That right there is worth all the stirring. You know what else is sexy? This Lagostina Risotto Pot that I used to make this Roasted Butternut Squash Risotto. Yep
I have a confession. I love OREO cookies. Like REALLY love them. Preferably Double Stuff, because double the stuff, duh. Have ever since I was a kid, and now, well I’m just a big kid so it still works for me. The only thing better than eating a regular OREO to me is eating an OREO cookie ball. Yep. Do you want to know how hard these cookie balls are to make? If you can smash up OREO cookies, mix in a little softened cream cheese and use a fork, you’ve got this! You’ll be the hostess with the mostest (or host with the most) if you prepare a batch of these to serve up for your friends and family over the holidays, OR better yet, give them as gifts. Who doesn’t love an edible gift, am I right?
Tis’ the season! Have you started thinking about all the holiday treats you’ll be making? I’m all about EASY when it comes to holiday treats. While I will be baking some of said treats, it’s really kind of unavoidable if you’re making cookies and such ; ) I’ll be all about the no bake varieties. When I see the words NO BAKE I perk right up. It’s just the way it is (well unless someone else is baking it for me, then cake, bring me cake 😉 December is already a BUSY month. No need to make it any harder on yourself right?
Bourbon. Ginger. Pecan. Pie. I’ll let that sink in for a hot minute. Anytime I can throw a drink into my desserts I’m all for it! Tis THE dessert season and I, just like everyone else, will be baking and whipping up a storm of treats. Although, I’m still not sure who came up with the idea to make all the sweet, delicious, irresistible things during party season where we’re expected to wear cute little party dresses. Must have been a guy who decided on that, or seriously skinny people. Both good contenders. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
If pumpkin pie and cheesecake went on a hot date, fell deeply deliciously madly in love and eventually had a baby they would name her Pumpkin Cheesecake Bars. How can that combination of deliciousness be a bad thing? It’s not. Not at all. It’s a very very good thing. One that I think you’re going to love. I didn’t even mention yet that it’s topped with pecans and a liberal dousing of whiskey caramel sauce. I know, you really didn’t need more motivation to make these but that should seal the deal.
I was recently introduced to Pumpkin Butter at a local coffee house and I might have embarrassed myself just a little (okay a lot, I’m going to be honest) over licking the small container clean. It was GOOD. Really really good. Up until now I was all about the apple butter, I still love it, but it’s not a distant second. Bring on the pumpkin, princess, and biscuits. Lots of biscuits. Besides just eating it with a spoon (which is totally acceptable by the way) I think the best way is on fresh, hot, homemade biscuits. I could be wrong, so I’ll continue to do the research for y’all. Because I’m a giver at heart. Truth. I love y’all.
This might be my new favorite cookie of all time. That’s saying something. Chocolate chips are by far my go to cookie, they’re a no fail classic that everyone who’s anyone loves (I’m sorry we just can’t be friends if you don’t like them, or maybe we can and I can have your share. That works too). Whiskey is also my go to drink so I’m not sure why I didn’t think to put them together before. It actually took a conversation with a fellow whiskey lover to put the idea in my head. Boom. Hot Shot Brown Butter Whiskey Chocolate Chip Cookies were happening. I went and whipped up test batch one within 15 minutes of that idea.
See it wiggle, see it jiggle. Sorry now the song is stuck in your head too. It’s most definitely in mine. There are worse things I suppose. Anytime I think about gelatin molds I think of my Grandma. She always prepared a festive mold for just about erry holiday you can think of. Think layers upon layers of elaborate molds. I was always fascinated by them. It almost seemed ashamed to dive into them and mess them up. I said almost, because you know I totally dived in.
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I have to admit while I consume copious amounts of gelato during the summer months, I eat it all the year long. I mean it’s creamy and dreamy so there’s really no reason to limit it’s consumption to the warm weather months yeah? It’s the perfect afternoon pick me up or the ending (or beginning, what you haven’t ever dessert first?) to any meal. Especially an impromptu meal where you haven’t had time to prepare anything.
Despite being named after the beautiful Italian city of Florence, these cookies (sometimes referred to as biscuits) did not originate from Italy. We can thank the French for these lovely wafer thin delights that I can’t stop eating. Honest Cooking has a wonderful history lesson on these beauties if you’re into that such thing. I happen to be into almonds and cookies so I’m into them for those very important reasons, but I’ll thank the French and the city of Florence both just to be on the safe side.
When it comes to frosting I am of the opinion that buttercream is best. There I said it and I’m sticking to it. Sorry, not sorry and all that jazz. Butter. Cream. I mean what is there NOT to love about that? Well maybe all the calories but sometimes a girl has to splurge on something besides shoes. I’ve said it many times but I exercise so I can eat. Period. Sadly I’m not one of those people that are blessed (yes you are BLESSED) with a fabulous metabolism and can eat e’vrything without having to even think about a treadmill. I eat e’vrything and then I MUST treadmill. Period. It’s a trade off I’m willing to make because again I like food. All the food, which is a good thing considering cooking is my job.