It’s been more than six months since I’ve had a taste of cranola. I quit baking it cold turkey after realizing I put on a few pounds from eating too much of the sweet snack. But it was my friend’s birthday the other day, so I whipped up a batch to bring to her party….
December is shaping up to be an unexpectedly busy month. Typically, this is the time of year I get a jump on my to-do list at work and take a few days off to relax and recharge. Meetings, conference calls and deadlines prevented me from doing either. I can’t believe Christmas is two weeks away – I haven’t even thought about what to give family and friends….
What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? If I had to pick one, it would be a toss-up between chocolate chip cookie dough and cookies and cream (which is kind of ironic, since I don’t like cookie dough or cream-filled chocolate sandwich cookies). All this to say, I have no idea why it’s taken me so long to come up with this cranola creation….
It has been one busy workweek. We’re in the throes of our biggest project of the year and my to-do list is out of control. Deadlines are always looming and I’ve kissed my lunch breaks good-bye, opting instead to eat at my desk to squeeze another hour of productivity into the day. Thankfully, there’s light at the end of the tunnel and by mid-October I think I’ll be in a much better place….
Please excuse those blurry cranola clumps up front. You see, I just bought my first DSLR camera and have no clue how to use it. I started reading the 291-page instruction manual and watched a few tutorials on CreativeLive and YouTube but got anxious and decided to take a few test shots. Hence the poor focus (and probably a million other amateur mistakes that I’m just too ignorant to notice). Still, I think this photo is a big step up from the images I was capturing with my trusty point-and-shoot. I’ll let you be the judge….
It’s my birthday this Saturday and I’m turning older than I both act and feel. (Any guesses on how many candles are on the cake this year?) I’ve never been one to make a big deal out of birthdays – especially my own. In fact, I’d be happy whipping up a home-cooked meal, opening a bottle of wine and staying in. But Jason insists we go out for dinner, his treat. Who am I to complain? I haven’t picked a place yet, but I’ll know by Saturday morning – either a return visit to Pizzeria Delfina, or tapas at Iberia Restaurant or Cascal….