All posts tagged: cookies

When Confections Get Groovy, Baby

I f you’re not into sweeties, you’re certainly of a rare breed. Or very strong-willed. As all pastry obsessives will likely concur, there’s something in that first taste of sweetness. I like to slowly wrap my tongue around it. Savour it. Ever. So. Slowly. Experience the heady rush of sugar. Be it an an affinity for layer cakes, tarts, or truffles, or, as it goes with the likes of Lisa Wolf, lollies and biscuits and marshmallows (oh my), sugar aficionados are united in searching for the next perfect bite. Beyond baking up nirvana, Lisa is one of the most sassy, intelligent and creative people I’ve been blessed to meet. Ever so eloquent, too. I absolutely adore the way she replied to all my questions. So much so that you know what? I’m simply going to copy/paste her responses here because they’re that epic. Mundane but necessary nonetheless, tell me about yourself. I’d describe myself as an oddly anachronistic character who tends to speak in a sort of backwards, slightly loopy and overly formal way. It was …

Pumpkin Pillow Cookies

This is, in my books, the best time of the year to indulge in baking and baked treats. Wait, I err. Second best time of the year, by just a smidge, next to Christmas.  When deathly masks and skeletal structures make way for pine cones, mistletoe, and glitter.  Loads of glitter.  And tinsel.  With explosions of cracker red everywhere. When temperatures drop and carols (albeit, at times, so mashed up in the name of “remix” that I cringe) reclaim airtime.  That time of the year when fragrant whiffs of Mace and Nutmeg permeate the air, right alongside Cinnamon and, insert big happy smile here, Pumpkin. In order for you to fully appreciate my ardent love for that ribbed cultivar of the squash, you must first recall that hailing from Borneo, the only pumpkins we had were those on jackets of storybooks, cooking magazine covers and the telly. Growing up, we would voraciously devour tales of jack-o-lanterns; of the ill-fated Ichabod Crane and shattered pumpkins; of fairy godmothers and mistreated beautiful young women. That’s all we …