Milestones are happening in the Fleur-De-Licious world! Milestones like the last day of law school class. And the last finals ever. And impending real world lawyer jobs. MOST IMPORTANTLY however, Kate will be moving to Dallas soon, which is where I live, which means that for the first time since graduating high school in 2006…I get to live in the same city as my best friend. There will be champagne when she gets here. We are classy ladies. Continue reading
Sometimes, it’s right in the middle of test week, and you decide to make a coffeecake, an apple pie, and homemade rolls for premature Friendsgiving. You just decide this, and you don’t think about the fact that it is a stupid decision, and that you have no time management skills, and that there are more important life skills you should be working on with all this apparent “free-time” you’ve created to bake this stuff. Continue reading
This is going to be a quick one because the Masters are on tv, and we all know how fast golf moves. If I look away for a second I could miss…someone lining up a putt.
Really this is a quick one because the last couple days of lectures have fried my brains. And we’re learning about brains! What a coincidence! Continue reading
I think I made this pie 2 weeks ago.
Where is my life going? I pretty much have no recollection of 19 days of October already happening. Whirlwind.
I’m slowly but surely learning how to take care of myself like an adult and also not fail out of med school. Exhibit a) I unloaded the dryer yesterday. This would be less of an accomplishment had I not left a load of dry (clean!) clothes in there for a week. Continue reading
I had such a good time with my first post (and y’all were so nice!) that I think I’m gonna do it again. Hope that’s cool with you…
Okay, so, I’d like to make this blog a nest in a tree of trust and understanding. Because it’s confession time.
I, Kate, as a self-professed obsessive baker and woman in her 20s, have never made my own pie crust. Sure, I’ve made an occasional graham cracker crust or (expertly) unrolled store-bought pie crusts onto a pie plate. But I had never ever baked a pie completely and totally from scratch.
Until Sunday, that is. Continue reading
My bangs are sticking up every which way. I politely decline to show you a picture of them.
There is a pile of (clean!) laundry that probs weighs 3 times as much as I do, sitting on the sofa, waiting to be folded. I don’t want to be rude, but it may be waiting a long time.
In the shower, you will find 3 empty shampoo/conditioner/face wash bottles. (I also have full ones, just want to be clear that I’m still clean.) The shower is clean, I promise…but why can’t I just throw away (recycle?) those bottles? Too much effort, clearly.
But the kitchen. The kitchen, I am proud to say, is clean. Even my pie plate is clean. In fact, a clean pie plate is all that remains of the French Silk Pie. Continue reading
Well hello there. You look like you could use some pie. Specifically, some pie that has a buttery, flaky crust. With chocolate chips in the filling. And whiskey…there should defs be whiskey in this pie.
I think I have the solution. How about some Tuscaloosa Tollhouse Pie, courtesy of Baked: New Frontiers in Baking? I think you’d prefer it in bar form, especially if, like me, you have to bring something to a potluck at work. In order to make it in bar form, we’re going to use a shortbread crust…still from Baked…I mean, I trust those guys, so might as well stick to their recipes. Continue reading