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Salted Butter Chocolate Chunk Shortbread

Simple pleasure: Opening the windows at night to let the chill in. Freshly laundered clothing on your freshly showered body. Stopping for brownies on the way home from work. Not setting an alarm for your afternoon nap. The way the sun shines through the blinds over cookie batter. Cozying on the couch to gossip with…

Brown Butter Tarts

blessing the boats may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your…

Chocolate Beet Snack Cake

Something is bubbling, somewhere. Hot steam above purple water. Making fuchsia goop. It melts into chocolate, which turns to batter. Then, it’s cake. Somewhere, -between beets and a creme fraiche cloak- it becomes. bakerbakingbeet cakebeetscakechocolatedeliciousdessertfoodfoodieMinneapolisreciperoot vegetablessnack cakesweetsvegetarianyum

Salty Pretzel Brownie Cookies

notes on nostalgia: longing for the flavor of Past (becoming that for a moment) round table against a wooden wall + birds chirping at the feed across the way -lively chatter before snack time- and so, it exists [in the present] experience frames set to the color: w i s t f u l pretzels…

Birthday Strawberry Pie Bars

if what you want and need is pure and good, do not hear the ones who say you should not have it. already, there are so many expectations placed, and happiness cannot be contingent on certain criteria determined by those without your greatest good in mind. no one else decides your capacity for fulfillment. (or…

Chocolate Creme Fraiche Cake

Be velvet. Be so softsorichsolush that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space [see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers in an episode of This Is The Other Side] Be sodamnfull it transforms the rest to either nothingness, or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and…

Confetti Cakelets

Every once in a while, the faded parts resurface, and there is love. Right ankle crossed over the left, big toe balanced and slanting. Upright. Leaning. This is how we say goodbye. I have heard that we are all just bits and bobs held together by what we believe. That we can change, because we…