It all started with a midnight brownie…
I have a confession to make… I have not been out to play in the snow once in the past 48 hours.
No snowmen, snowballs, sledding… nothin’. Ive been torn between enjoying the nostalgia of this weather and staying cozy and warm, inside with my fuzzy blankets and plaid pajamas. Cozy and warm has been winning out.
Earlier today I went on a supermarket adventure, during which I bought an absurd amount of Greek yogurt, a random assortment of produce, and, impulsively, a tub of mini biscotti from Trader Joe’s. (Because, let’s be honest, you totally need to know what’s in my pantry right now.) But really, all I want to do is eat copious amounts of rice pudding straight from the pot. (Never mind that I already ate a bunch of biscotti; let’s pretend that’s not the case.)
I’m a saver.
sav-er [say-ver]
noun
a. One who saves things she believes to be especially nice or well-executed to be enjoyed at a later date.
b. A sometimes irrational being.
c. Exhibits endearingly odd behavior.
Watch out, Merriam Webster. There’s a new dictionary-writer in town.
(Just kidding. There is no dictionary-writing/ editing in my foreseeable future and I am totally, 100% okay with that.)
Caution: You are about to embark on reading a long post. It might as well be a novel, with some pretty pictures and an awesome recipe to break up all the monotony of texttexttexttexttext. Consider yourself warned (but hopefully not intimidated!).
Every once in a while I make a dish that makes me go “OH. MY. GOD.” when I take my first bite. Then I have a moment of silence. Then I take another bite and repeat. It’s more or less a religious experience.
These are one of those dishes.
