Hey there, friend.
Do you know that I think about you a lot?
I think about what you might want to make for brunch on Sunday. I’m thinking something with blueberries and cinnamon. Scones, maybe?
I think about your daughter’s third birthday party and what flavor her Princess Cinderella cake should be.
I think about the two dozen cupcakes your son needs for his fourth grade class by tomorrow…and that you just found out about today.
I think about how sometimes you just don’t have the time to make an intricate dessert for your Saturday night dinner party because the 3-year-old has gymnastics on Thursday and the 5-year-old needs a costume for the school play and the baby hasn’t slept in what seems like months.
I think about the hours you spend perusing recipes on Pinterest to find that perfect chocolate souffle for your fifth anniversary dinner.
I think about how excited you were when I told you that you could make French macarons and then you did. And they were awesome.
I think about you because I know that you come here looking for delicious, beautiful desserts. For inspiration. Maybe even for a laugh or a little encouragement, depending on the day. And I love giving that to you.
I make pie. And then you make pie. It’s a beautiful thing.
If you’ve been around this blog for awhile (or at all. ever.), you know all about my (not-so-secret) love affair with pumpkin-spiced everything. In fact, I’ve recently been told by a dear friend that I am always the first PSL (pumpkin spice latte) to grace her Instagram feed, thus ringing in the official start of fall for her every year. Some people cure cancer. I am the bringer of autumn. It’s cool. We each have our own unique talents.
disappointing appalling delightful 90-degrees in Northern Virginia today, which means that it feels nothing like fall outside. But there are crunchy leaves on the sidewalks, the PSL is back at Starbucks, we’ve witnessed the autumnal equinox, and I’ve already pulled my boots and scarves out of the closet. I don’t care what Mother Nature says; fall. is. here.
I’m generally not one to brag. But guys, I’m kind of a German chocolate cake expert. Really.
You see, my husband’s all-time favorite, “if you could choose one thing to eat for the rest of your life” dessert is German chocolate cake.
And he requests it for LITERALLY every. single. special. occasion. in. his. life.
We’re talking birthdays. Anniversaries. Promotions. New jobs. New houses. New babies. Arbor Day. (Okay, no, we don’t actually celebrate Arbor Day. But you get the picture.)
We’ve been married eight years this August, so I’ve made approximately 23988948594543 German chocolate cakes in my life. If that doesn’t make me an expert on the subject, I don’t know what does.
And trust me when I say that if there’s a new twist on the German chocolate cake out there, I’ve tried it. I mean, you can only make the exact same cake so many times before you just get bored out of your ever loving mind.