Champagne And Raspberry Cupcakes - Quick and Easy Recipes From Stylist Magazine. 33 cupcake recipies. Flower Cupcakes. Cannella Vita: peach ginger muffins. If you look carefully, you can see peaches rolling around in the back of most of my recent photos.
These peaches led to this, this, this, and two peachy banana breads. These peaches also led to these cute little peach ginger muffins... and we still have a bunch rolling around on the counter. These soft, fragrant muffins have the most amazing ginger streusel that packs a delicious crunch into every bite. The sharp, spicy ginger contrasts so nicely against the sweet, plump peach chunks. What makes these muffins even more delectable is the addition of brown butter.
These are perfect for breakfasts, snacks, and (my favorite) eating standing up over the oven. With love, Erica Preheat the oven to 375F. The barmy baker: Getting High with Hi-Hat Cupcakes. I believe it was a year or two ago, before I started my little blog, that I first heard of Hi-hat Cupcakes.
I then found a recipe for them on Martha Stewart's site. I then searched a bit more and found quite a few people had terrible issues with the recipe on that site (which doesn't surprise me, as the recipes there tend to be hit and miss) and had worked out their own way of making them from trial and error.
I set the idea to make them aside and it got buried in my ever churning thought process. Hi-hats seem to have broken through to the surface of my brain with perfect timing. I need an excuse to get out of this terrible slump I've been in. Chocolate Blackout Cake (makes 20 cupcakes, or one nice 9x12" pan o' cake) This recipe first appeared on my blog here 2 cups sugar -Mix together the wet ingredients, Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and stir until combined.
Italian Meringue: (adapted from Dorie Greenspan's Baking: From My Home to Yours The first coil goes on like this: Warm muesli muffins recipe. I Am Now In The Muffin Loop. I am so sick.
Of myself. Do you know what I mean? I'm just fed up TO HERE with me. I feel boring, uninspired, whiny, ridiculous, apathetic, and just TOTALLY BLEH. I feel like white bread looks. Is it a stage or something? I was just going to write "I can't seem to get hooked into anything lately! " You know, I didn't have any real idea of what this ramble was going to be about but it actually came full circle for me, considering the recipe I'm going to toss out here. Let me just ask you this: have you ever had a muffin melt in your mouth? French Breakfast Muffins I never knew a muffin could be so exciting. 1/3 c. butter, melted1/2 c. sugar1 egg (preferably room temperature)1 1/2 c. all purpose flour1 1/2 tsp. baking powder1/2 tsp. salt1/4 tsp. nutmeg1/2 c. milk Topping (option: cut topping in half*)1/2 c. sugar1/2 c. butter, melted1 tsp. cinnamon Preheat oven to 350F. In a medium-large bowl, sift together all dry ingredients.
For the topping, mix sugar and cinnamon in a small bowl. Mini Rainier Cherry Cheesecakes. Dear Andrea, Remember when you were eleven years old and you made a collage of the life you dreamed to lead as a grown up?
The one with the knee socks, plaid skirt, collared shirt, and sweater vest- the outfit idea you snagged from Cher’s wardrobe in Clueless? Yup, that’s the one. While it’s cute that you scoured Seventeen for clothing to cut out and create said outfit, the notion that you could pull off knee socks with any shred of class is almost troubling.
Once those pictures have been burned, keep the rest of the collage intact, because I’m fairly certain that there are some valuables in that magazine-clipped mania. There are bold fonts spelling the bouncy words you’d like to craft a personality around- fun, confident, fashionable, intuitive, and passionate. There are photos of you with friends. There are colors. There are song lyrics. There are celebrities. The collage, though as dated as Love Connection (speaking of- Chuck Woolery was a fox), reveals so much about you. Makes 18. Apple Walnut Cinnamon Roll Cupcakes. In all my years on the internet, I’ve received three unforgettable emails.
Each were typed by my mother. I picture her sitting at the keyboard, perfectly positioned to type as though she were being tested for proficiency. Either full caps or none at all. Her nose turned slightly up at the computer because she can’t quite see the 24” monitor. And truth be told, neither can I at 25 years old. These electronic notes are the joy of my existence. The first email appeared in my inbox the day my mother discovered the internet.