If your Valentine’s Day plans include sweet treats in any form, these cookies need to happen in your life. Like, right now. This very second. Because never have I ever found a more perfect frosted sugar cookie in the history of sugar cookies.
I kid you not.
These cookies are EVERYTHING. Light. Incredibly soft. Like you’re eating a pillow on top of a cloud soft. Just the perfect amount of sweet. So cake-y that it’s hardly fair to even call them cookies. And topped with the most perfect buttercream frosting that will make you wish you could take back every other sugar cookie you’ve ever eaten and replace it with these.
Big claims, I know.
They’re also stinking adorable. I mean, just look at those sweet hearts with the pink and red sprinkles. Swoon.
You should make these today for all of the people you love. Your significant other. Your best girlfriends. Your kiddos. Your neighbors. Your barista. Your mailman. Because nothing says “I love you” like the most perfect cookies you’ve ever tasted.
Happy Valentines Day! With love, N.
You don’t need me to tell you how to make pudding. You might need me to tell you how to make French macarons, and tell you that tights are not pants, no matter how functional and/or comfortable they may be as leg coverings. Pudding, though…you’ve undoubtedly got that one covered.
Maybe I just need to remind myself how to make pudding. Or to remind myself to actually make pudding.
And then I thought, if I need a reminder to make pudding, maybe you also need a reminder to make pudding. Because with so many amazing dessert recipes out there to try, who says “maybe I should just make pudding?”
So let’s make pudding.
And I’m not talking about Jell-O Instant Pudding, which, yes, is delicious in its own right. I’m talking about real, homemade pudding. With sugar and milk and chocolate. The kind of pudding that your grandmother used to make for your mother. The kind of pudding that makes you wait three hours for it to set. The kind of pudding that reminds you of evenings around the family dinner table and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and catching fireflies at dusk.
In case you missed it, it’s my birthday week! (or is it birthweek? Is that a word?)
So long, 27. We had some good times, didn’t we?
And hello, 28.
There’s nothing particularly special about 28, really. It’s not like 21, where you become a card-carrying, bona fide adult. Or 25, where you celebrate being alive for a whole quarter of a century. I mean, that’s kind of a big deal. Or 30. I’ve been told 30 is big. I’ll let you know how I feel about that one in a few years. Or 50 or 100 or any of those really monumental birthdays.
It’s just 28. Just another year.
And yet, I believe there’s always something special about a birthday.
It’s a celebration. It’s a tangible milestone in this adventure we call life. It’s a chance for reflection and goal-setting and maybe even a little bit of dreaming. It’s an opportunity to look at your life, figure out exactly where you are right now, and do a little thinking about where you’d like to be in the next year.
And so, because it’s just what I do, I give you a few random thoughts and lessons from this brand new 28-year-old.