Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Cobbling

I was cobbling last night. I had intended to cobble a strawberry rhubarb delight on Sunday for Easter dessert, but the timing got the best of me. I haven't made a cobbler in over a year, and before then had a bit of an OCD issue with making them every weekend in the summer months. But it all came back to me with ease. This is only the second time I've made a strawberry rhubarb cobbler and I think this time, it came out better than the first time.



Not unlike my first time making it, I had to go to several grocery stores before finding rhubarb. But, unlike last time where the rhubarb I found was thin and scraggly, this crop was luscious and abundant.

I was sure to slice up the rhubarb very thinly this go around and was glad that I had enough to have even parts rhubarb to strawberries. The first go around, there wasn't enough rhubarb, so the finished product was a bit too watery.


Voila!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Spring has sprung

I can't get enough of the lovely view outside of my patio. I wish spring would last forever. Up next is the bloom of the azalea bushes at the base of this blossomtastic cherry tree!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Chicken cookies

On Sunday, I attended my coworker Cody's annual chicken cookie party at a lavish row house in Georgetown. Yes, chicken cookies. Packed with protein (in the form of butter), these delicacies are legendary. In fact, my coworker could easily start a dessert company based on her baking prowess alone. For her party, held every year on Palm Sunday, she bakes ~200 of these butter cookies, prepares yellow and red icing for decorating and offers several tasty finger foods and beverages. The guests then mingle over vats of the icing and decorate cookies to bring home. Cody even prepares a bin full of "giblets," which are the scraps of dough left.



My first icing attempt wasn't legendary. For one, I used too much icing, struggled to put the chicken's red gobbler on and totally ruined the eye. The rest were improvements. Cody told me that I can now say I have iced a chicken. I will report that none of the chickens survived to meet a new day.