Blueberry Crumb Tart

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A simple, summery crowd-pleaser that everyone will think came straight from the bakery. Continue reading

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Cookies and Cream: Two Ways

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By now, you probably know how much I love baking. But let me tell you a little secret: I don’t really love baked desserts. I could make pie crusts and buttercream ’til the cows come home (side note: where did this expression come from?), but my heart has always belonged to ice cream. Continue reading

Mocha Brownie Ice Cream

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Have you ever picked up a gallon of Edy’s Double Fudge Brownie ice cream at the grocery store? Chocolate ice cream, loaded with brownie bits, and a fudge swirl to boot! It was my favorite flavor as a kid, and I wasn’t even that into chocolate growing up, so you know this stuff had to be good. Of course, after a few summers scooping at an ice cream shop and a few years experimenting with my ice cream maker, I’ve become quite the snob and generally turn up my nose at store-bought brands. (I know, I know—I’m the worst.)

Even though I usually crave a couple of scoops from my favorite local shop (where the flavors are unique and everything is made in-house), this week I had a major case of chocolate-munchies that required immediate attention. And with half a quart of heavy cream in the fridge, the result: my own adult take on my childhood fave.

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Orange-Cream Ice Cream Sandwiches

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For Mother’s Day, I’m making my own twist on one of my mom’s favorite desserts: orange Creamsicles. Instead of this ice cream truck classic, I’m sandwiching vanilla ice cream between my oh-so-yummy citrus butter cookies. Cue the sugar coma. Continue reading

Grandma’s Italian Easter Bread

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My grandma can cook. Maybe it’s safe to assume that most people who grew up in Italy are gifted in the kitchen, but, in my unabashedly biased opinion, my grandma takes the Panettone. (Sorry, bad Italian joke.) From pesto to pizza to cookies to Cornish hens, she can do it all. One thing she can’t do: Follow a recipe. Continue reading