You know you’ve reached the tipping point into adulthood when foods that used to make you cringe suddenly become scrumptious. This is my relationship with carrot cake. I hated it when I was a wee little chap. Carrots? Eww. Why taint a perfectly good cake with a vegetable?
One thing I miss about home: Our fire pit. Every Halloween, we’d invite a bunch of friends over, my mom would make a batch of white chili (which will be making an appearance sometime because my god if I were dying that would be my last meal), and sit on the front porch with a fire going passing out candy. It turns out little children with flowing costumes and fire isn’t the best combination.
One of the changes in living downtown is the access I have to everything. Need a bottle of toothpaste? CVS right around the corner. Want some popcorn? Well, by golly there is a Pittsburgh Popcorn up the street. I come from a town where you drive everywhere to get anything. It’s a quick drive, mind you, but a drive nonetheless. What is stop and go traffic? This is a foreign concept.
Aaaaaah, back breathing the “Burgh air. Kinda sad. I loved seeing Tina and her family as well as being back in a house for a little bit.
But only 36 more days until I make the trek back to Kansas for Thanksgiving break. But hey who’s counting, eh?
I never realized I was Midwest to the bone until I moved to the East. I miss my trees and land and expansive space and my car (Eunice in case anyone was wondering her name).
FOOD, MEGAN! This is a blog about food.
As you know, I took a getaway weekend trip to Detroit to visit an old friend. Saturday night, we binge baked. I think total three batches of cookies, one pot of chili, and a salad were made. By the end of the night, I was running around frazzled thinking, “Why did I miss baking so much again?”
We decided to do a little experimentation. Make chocolate chip cookies – with a twist. Instead of chocolate chips, we throw in some candy corn. Tina hates candy corn. I, on the other hand, love candy corn. The first three ingredients are sugar, sugar, and sugar (Gasp! I am a masochist and looked at the nutrition facts for candy corn.). I say irrelevant. That candy is darn near delectable.
I figured what could be better. Candy corn? Cookies? Yes and yes. For this particular recipe, conception surpassed execution. Because let me tell you, this did not work at all.
For one, the candy corn melted. Not like chocolate chip ooey gooey melted. Like melted onto the pan melted. We could barely get them off the pan, let alone get them off the pan in a cookie shape.
Then, when we took the risk and ate one, the candy corn were chewy and tough. Not exactly something we want in our cookies.
Needless to say, I was deeply saddened by this revelation. I was so very much looking forward to seeing how this would pan out. Much like most people do when they are feeling distressed, I took the issue to Facebook.
My somewhat crafty mother-in-law (she’s my sister’s husband’s mom. Sounds way more complicated than our relationship is) suggested I bake the cookies without the candy corn. Then, immediately after taking them out of the oven, throw some candy corn in them. It’s kind of like a hybrid blossom cookie.
Have any of y’all tried that before? Or have any other suggestions about how to get candy corn cookies? Leave ‘em in the comments section!
Y’all guess where I am blogging from?
Okay, fine I’ll tell you. A house!
I decided to take the LONG 8 hour bus ride from Pittsburgh to Detroit to visit my best friend Christina aka “Tina” (Only I call her Tina, but that’s neither here nor there).
Tina moved to Detroit right after we graduated high school to be closer to her family. I see her maybe twice a year, so food plus friends? What a treat this will be!
But you know what this means?
I came prepared. I made lists of cookies I wanted to make, dinners I am ready to devour, and places to eat. We are talking candy corn cookies, sweet potato chili, and cider mill donuts. Needless to say I am a little pumped for this weekend.
Don’t you worry.
There will definitely be posts to come on my baking adventures.