A super quick and straight-to-the-point post for you today – pumpkin cheesecake! It took multiple failures and several online conversations with my friend Jenni but we finally have a pumpkin cheesecake worthy of any holiday table – or any type celebration for that matter.
It is not lost on me that while I’m still enjoying the last dog days of summer – hello high humidity and 90-degree temperatures – I’m here with a recipe for pumpkin dip. And it’s the last day of August. And we haven’t even seen September, apples or pears. And I rather enjoy taking one season at a time, thank-you-very-much. And over the next couple of weeks, there will be a glut of alllllllll things pumpkin which will hit the blogosphere, so brace yourself. No, sharing a recipe for pumpkin dip in August is not lost on me.
Well friends, I am plum-tuckered, spent, zapped and officially feel as if I could sleep for the next two months; I’ve been traveling since September and I haven’t been home much these past several weeks. But I also have to say that I’ve never been more inspired, humbled and ready to tackle new projects than I am now . . . that is, after I sleep for the next two months . . .
This is a post I’ve wanted to write for a while now because almost two years ago, The Professor and I completed a mini-kitchen update and streamlined our pantry into one area. Before then, we had pantry items stored on shelves in our basement, on a shelf above the stairs leading to the basement, on shelves in our studio area, an extremely deep pantry, and non-functional cabinet in the kitchen and anywhere else we found empty. There are just two of us. I may need an intervention.
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Musical pairing – Here We Go Again by Ray Charles with Norah Jones
Guys, I’m going to out myself here and say that I am bone-tired. My brain is fried, my body’s ‘get-up-and-go, got-up-and-went;’ I’m staring at a calendar that says next week is Thanksgiving, four weeks later it’s Christmas, then New Year’s . . . and hello 2013. Hold me, I’m having a Linda Blair moment . . .
Musical pairing – A Little Help From My Friends by Joe Cocker
Mmmmm Mmmmm Good, Mmmmm Mmmmm Good, That’s what Campbell’s tastes like, Mmmmm Mmmmm Good! So now that this little catch-phrase will be rolling around in your head for the next 24 hours, let’s talk soup shall we?
Hello, my name is Debra and I am a hardcore coffee snob.
Here at Smith Bites, we drink a lot of coffee and I don’t know if it’s because I’m a Seattle girl or because I have an Italian heritage or if it’s because I’ve been to Italy and experienced the real deal. In fact, I love the taste of coffee more than the hit of caffeine that comes as an added perk. And the crazy thing is that I never liked coffee until I was in my . . . (cough, cough). Too strong to drink straight (I swear some of that stuff will set yuh free, know what I mean?) and too bitter, even with heaps of cream and sugar. Then on the other end of the spectrum, I’d had the equivalent of hot water with a splash of coffee thrown in for good measure . . . sigh . . . I just didn’t get what all the hoopla was about.