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Baking

Baked Chocolate Cake Doughnuts

After seeing all these amazing baked doughnuts on various blogs, I finally caved and bought a doughnut pan. I've made 3 batches now -- caramel apple (minus the caramel topping), and 2 chocolate ones with different cocoa. But I'm just not sold. They're more like doughnut shaped muffins. Somehow I thought this pan was going to magically make doughnut shop-like doughnuts. I can just hear Alton Brown saying, "That pan's a unitasker. You know better. A real doughnut is fried at 365 degrees for 1 minute per side." And if he said that, he would be right. But that's not where this story ends.

Gluten-Free Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip

gluten-free peanut butter chocolate chip
Gluten-free peanut butter chocolate chip
Is it wrong to be thinking about Christmas cookies in October? Every year holiday decorations seem to appear in stores earlier and earlier. I'm always that person who complains and shakes her head. Why can't we enjoy fall and give Halloween and Thanksgiving their due before Christmas barges in and takes over? But then again, I don't have kids yet, so Halloween passes by without much notice and for me Thanksgiving is more about the whole meal, so I'm giving myself a pass. It's ok to be thinking about Christmas cookies right now.

Milk Bread Yeast Rolls: Yeah, I Made This!

About 10 years ago there was a PBS reality show, Frontier House, where a bunch of modern day Americans were taken out to Montana to live as frontiers-people did in the 1880s. And other than the guy who built a house from the ground up for his bride, the woman I remember best was a baker. If there's a skill that's valuable and will keep an early settlement going (other than building shelter!), it's being able to grind wheat into flour and bake loaves of bread by feel, by memory. I'm not a baker by instinct, I'm a baker by following instructions, particularly when it comes to breads. Wolf has always been the baker around our house. I've found myself better at biscuits, my patience suited to a quick knead and cutting out biscuits.

Guinness Brownies — Not Cakey, Not Fudgy

I'm a planner, but I just can't get behind Christmas decorations in August, not even Halloween in mid-September. I'm holding onto our short summer for dear life, even if Mother Nature has other plans (um, 85F on Sunday, high 60s and cloudy the rest of this week!). So you'll understand why I made Guinness brownies this weekend. St. Patty's is so far out, I can't even imagine it, so it's the perfect time to mix beer and chocolate.

Chewy Chocolate Macaroons

If you like coconut, there's almost no better use for it than macaroons. It's such a pure coconut experience, colored only by maybe a little almond extract or in my case, a good dose of lemon zest. But after spying this chewy chocolate macaroon recipe in Terry Walters' Clean Start, those pure thoughts went by the wayside. There seemed no reason not to go full bore, mixing in a good bit of chocolate, rather than just doing a dip.

Blueberry Muffins with a Secret

Hot off my blueberry picking this past weekend, you knew some blueberry recipes were coming soon to this here blog. If you've been reading the Waffle for a little while, you might know where I stand on muffins, which is, when it comes down to it, I'd rather have a donut over a muffin most of the time. But it's blueberry season, and these aren't really muffins -- they're more like blueberry coffee cake in an individual serving! (Are you buying this? Clearly I'm in denial). Oh, they might look like regular ol' blueberry muffins, but these little babies have a hidden secret.

Pretty As a Peach and Nectarine Cobbler

When I went to the farmers market on Saturday, I already had peach cobbler on the brain, so I picked up some beautiful Sweet Scarlet peaches from Tiny's Organic. They cost almost twice as much as the going rate at other stands, but it was worth it. Sweet Scarlet is a yellow-fleshed peach, and it's lower in acid, so you get the pretty color of a yellow peach with the sweetness of a white one. I swear the sign said they were freestones (the Internet appears to differ on that point), but when I got them home...they just weren't. Those little guys were clinging to their pits as if holding on for dear life. And then I uttered what may be one of the saddest sentences spoken on a summer Sunday afternoon, second only to, "The grill is out of propane."
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