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Gorgonzola and Chive Gougeres (French cheese puffs)

Mes chers amis!  (All the French I know comes from what I picked up from Julia Child’s autobiography.)

Today we’re going to be a wee bit fancy.  I mean it–there aren’t even any yoga pants in sight around here.  Just the little luxuries that are sandalwood candles, fresh laundry, an awesome soundtrack and cheesy snacks.

That last thing…  It might be my very favorite thing.

Gougeres are just one of many uses of the eggy wonder that is choux pastry.  It’s the same dough we use for profiteroles/cream puffs, except that instead of baking, then filling them, we add cheese and herbs right in, pipe them smaller, and let them get all puffy and wonderful.  In fact, if you’ve ever wanted to give cream puffs a try, this would be a good practice run.  An opportunity to test the waters. (And the butters, and the flours–hey-o!)

The end result? Bite-size puffs with a chewy, airy, eggy middle, dotted with salty, pungent (in the good way) gorgonzola cheese that oozes out onto the surface to leave those heavenly, brown, crunchy melted-and-cooled-cheese spots.  The chives are there for a touch of oniony greenery.  I think it’s nice.

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French Onion Soup

Pop quiz!  You know what’s wack?

Right now, it’s 37 degrees in Juneau.  Here? 19.  I don’t know what is going on, but my guess is that Alaska is some kind of witch.  I’m onto you, Alaska.  If I weren’t so busy staying very still under this pile of blankets, I’d getcha good.

Yeah…  It’s cold.  Really cold.

In other news, I am such a big baby.  What’s wack in YOUR world?  I want to know, because complaining about the weather is majorly boring and I’m being majorly boring.  So, tell me.  We can all be in this together…  And then we should eat soup.

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Mint Chocolate Macarons

Olympic events I would surely medal in:

-Greco accidental Facebook liking/frantic Roman Facebook unliking.
-Synchronized inappropriate “you too!” reflexes.  Enjoy your flight as well, taxi driver.

-Floor exercise: power napping, no-pillow division.
-Accidentally flushing contact lenses down the sink, 100m relay.
-Women’s half-middleweight making the same joke twice in one night and hoping nobody notices.

We all have our strengths, right?

Also, you know how photographers always make medalists bite their medals?  “Good job, you are literally the best on the planet, now is the part where we break your tooth.”  I think it’s about time we started handing out cookies for Olympian photo ops.  My first nomination is these: crunchy-shelled, nutty, chewy, filled with rich dark chocolate, spiked with cool mint.  So, so good, especially chilled.

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Profiteroles with Cocoa-Rum Cream

Mother’s Day!  Tomorrow!

Say hi to your mutha for me!

Turns out Mark Wahlberg wasn’t happy about this sketch.  MARKY MARK.  Chill out.  Make some profiteroles for your mom.  Come on now.

It’s not that hard…  A little time consuming, but worth it.  Then we can make some tea and go talk to animals.

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Biscoff Banana Crepes

Meet the thing that my main squeeze loves, possibly more than me…  It’s cookies in spread form.  So basically, I understand completely.  Maybe that’s why we get along?

It’s totally Biscoff spread!  Speculoos, as it’s known in some parts.  And it’s delicious.  You know how everyone is bonkers for Nutella?  It’s well-deserved and justified.  But, hear me out: I’m certain that Biscoff deserves a place in your heart, right alongside Nutella.  There’s no competition, because we have room for both.  My gosh.

Who isn’t glad that we had both the Rolling Stones and the Clash?  I have a preference, sure, after many years of thinking thoughts and feeling feelings.  I enjoy both, however.

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Plum Clafoutis

Here’s why you might not want to invite me to parties.  Reason #558,432.  You see, a dear friend’s cousin recently started selling something that requires get-togethers where there are lots of ladies and hors d’oeuvres and chit chat and small talk and OH MY GOD we hate our skin and how can we fix it?  There was even a form to fill out, and naturally, I was a big old disobedient weirdo about it.

“What are your skin care concerns?  Check: aging, acne, PMS, currently dieting, freckles, other.”

Yours truly scribbles in, “Other: bird flu.”

“If you had a magic wand and could change just one thing about your skin, what would it be?”

“I wanna glow in the dark.”

These things are always hysterical in my head, and my head only.  But, reason #1 (I’m starting the list now) you might actually want me at your party: I may bring this.

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