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I’m Dreaming of a Wine Christmas

I’m Dreaming of a Wine Christmas

Three Christmases ago, Don and I decided to start a little family tradition for his mama. Her birthday being in November and us never being able to drive out nine hours for the party, we decided to welcome her each Christmas with a customized birthday cake. The first year, we went for a classic Black Forest cake. The second year, there was a special request for a Strawberry Shortcake. And this year, I decided to take her favourite drink, Red Berry Sangria, and transform it into layers of decadent vanilla cake, red berry sangria compote and a light mascarpone frosting, a Wine Christmas birthday cake. For all the wine and dessert lovers out there, this one is for you!

Slurps up! Curry Pumpkin Soup

Slurps up! Curry Pumpkin Soup

Slurps up! Curry Pumpkin Soup! Fall isn’t the glorious season that it is without pumpkins and this year I ventured (for the first time in my life I might add) to a pumpkin patch with Don. To say that I enjoyed my time at Miller’s Bay Farm is an understatement! I was like a freakin’ kid in a candy shop, jumping over pumpkins for the perfect goofy shot, going through rows upon rows of pumpkins to try and find the perfect ones for both Thanksgiving recipes and a couple of Jack-o-lanterns for Halloween.

Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookie, The Quadruple Threat!

Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookie, The Quadruple Threat!

So I have an awesome friend (shoutout to my ally!! AHF!!) whose mom made the best chocolate chip cookies ever to grace humanity! I used to patiently wait for invites to his parents’ place hoping cookies, amongst other amazing dessert, will be on the menu! (Disclaimer: I’m not a greedy friend, her desserts were EPIC!) And for the longest time, I had been trying to perfect my chocolate chip cookie game because I no longer had easy access to his mom’s cookies

My culturally ambiguous Ful Medammes

My culturally ambiguous Ful Medammes

For the first 6 years of my life, I lived in Saudi Arabia; right across the street from our house was my aunt’s place. Sundays were always family days which meant my aunt, her husband and kids would be over before the rooster’s call to have breakfast and spend the day over. Those were my favorite days because it meant lots of swimming and lots of amazing pastries made fresh by my aunt.