Bourbon, Brown Butter, and Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie

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Anniversary Espresso Brownie Pie


You know, the best things I’ve encountered are unassuming. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Dirt-colored pie crust crumbling on its way to a plate.

I suppose I have seen many things go unplanned in one direction or another since we met.

[It’s been a long time.] And I was thinking-

perhaps a trip down Memory Lane will do us both some good.

Remember that time we had Colorful Kapusniak? That was tasty. And, Zucchini Pizza with Lemon and Chives. Crying. Also, when I drove around Minneapolis dropping off slices of Atlantic Beach Pie for everyone. Because priorities. See also: Warm Spaghetti Squash-ta Salad with Beurre Meunière, Tomatoes, and Feta. Dead. Ugh, and those zingy Quick Pickled Red Onions! And, remembering my dad with my Hibiscus Herbal Tea. Then, mending hearts with Lemon, Mint, and Rose Tea.

We’ve been through a lot together. I made this to celebrate, because surely

the only thing that can make brownies better (and I have done my research) is turning them into pie????

Buttery, crumbly, espresso-ed pie crust meets sea-salt topped, pecan-ed, fudge-y brownie goo. Slightly too much crust, like all pies ought to have. Sightly underdone in the middle, like all brownies ought to be. Because, we’ve been doing this thing for six years now, and I think we all know to do what we like.

Sincerely, though-

thank you for following. Wishing you a future filled with less hate and more. pie.

love to you

❤ kc

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The Autumn Playlist 2018


“We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.”

In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.”

And in the summer heat the reapers say,
“We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves,
and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.”

All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

(khalil gibran)

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