CRANBERRY VIENNESE SANDWICH CREAMS

The crochet side-pate is from Dishes Only. THEY ARE THE COOKIE-VERSION OF A FEEL-GOOD MOVIE, EMOTIONALLY EQUIVALENT TO A BOX OF GOLDEN TWIN-PUPPIES EACH HUGGING A HAPPY GIGGLE. [ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third][ezcol_1third_end] This is what I've been busy with for the past 7 days, recreating Mark & Spencer's Viennese raspberry sandwich creams.  What does that say about me, spending 84 hours scrutinizing a processed junk-food from a super chainstore, I don't know.  But I had to make it. If you ever had childhood experience of reaching into a tin-box, and sneaking one of those buttery nuggets of vanilla cookies into your mouth as your first memory of pure foodgasm, then I guess, you can sort of understand.  But this, this is better, upgraded.  You can either go to your nearest M&S to see for yourself, or you can stay here and do it at home.  But how I got here, however unexpectedly long it took, was no vanilla road.  Checking out all the trusted recipes that were already out there, which, affirmingly, were all very similar to one another, let's just say that I thought it was gonna be easy.  If they all agreed on it, it must work fine, right?  Humppphhh

HONEY WHIPPED RICOTTA-STUFFED SCONES

[ezcol_1fifth]  [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] THE THICKENED AND EMBRACIVE RICOTTA-MASCARPONE MOISTENS THE CRUMBS LIKE A SCONE CARRYING ITS OWN CLOTTED-CREAM [/ezcol_3fifth] [ezcol_1fifth_end]  [/ezcol_1fifth_end] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1fifth]  [/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] Sometimes, we wait for the perfect recipe-publishing moment to present itself.  Iced dairies to fend off the heat in August

BREAKFAST SAUSAGE BISCUIT GRAVY CASSEROLE

[ezcol_1half] I know that you know how it feels, to be nagged by your tireless other half on executing tasks that the difficulty of which, he/she has absolutely no idea of. This is no doubt an important subject that touches the very fabric of the marriage establishment, a possible and perhaps convincing argument made by the anti-commitment party, as one of the many fears that they don't want to be trapped with. But for the rest of us, I'd like to say I, I know how you feel

Rise baby Rise!

Cuz I don't brown up nice in the oven.  NO!  I meant I can't bake!  I'm paralyzed in the field of baking because I'm innately handicapped in following instructions.  But I, too am a mere mortal who's powerless against the calling of fresh-out-of-the-oven pastries.  And I have a thing for biscuits. For one, it is one of the few pastries that doesn't need egg (ok, I LOVE eggs but can't have them.  That's a Ginormica sob story for another time).  And plus, they're just endlessly versatile.  They are the personal escorts,  the Emporors Club of the pastry world.  They will play any role you want them to play for the day, breakfast, lunch, dinner or dessert!  Fantastic!  If one could just be a gentleman, invest in a little courtship beforehand to get to know the biscuits well, to help her reach you-know-what.   What? It's the RISE, baby!!! Make the biscuit happy, and she will return the favor.  And all that biscuit ever wanted, is to rise.  Since the birth of biscuits, how many of us amateur bakers' tears were shed over the walking-dead who didn't

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