5 Favorite Fall Recipes
Go promptly to your kitch and bake eight batches of these Brown Sugar Cookies with Maple Icing. They are the muse for all autumnnal pleasure.
In a frantic rush today, I sent my oldest and youngest sons into Walgreens to buy a mask for “Mask Day” in the youngest son’s hip-hop dance class. Do not ask me what “Mask Day” means for a hip-hop class. There are no words. But, anyway, a mask was needed, so I tossed my credit card into the hands of my teenager and pushed them inside.
“Less than ten dollars!” I shouted behind them. Reaching across the car, I buckled in one daughter, squeezed the other’s hands, continued my cell phone call, tucked the car into reverse, and waited for the boys to return. Which they did about two minutes later.
The little one was whining. “Mom! Andrew wouldn’t let me get a Scream mask!” He was holding back tears. I shushed him, trying to pay attention to the phone call, road, and voices in my head.
We buzzed down the road, peeled into the parking lot for dance class, and I motioned the little one out of the car with one arm. “Buddy! Head on in! Have a great class!” I whispered through the cell call.
The little one climbed out of the car, paused just outside my window, took a deep, sad breath, and pulled his new mask on over his head. It was a red, sparkly masquerade mask.
“Oh no, Andrew!” I gasped. “Is that the mask you just bought? That poor child.” But it was too late. My beautiful baby boy was already walking (reluctantly masked) into his hip-hop class.
From the back seat, big brother Andrew piped up, “yeah mom. And you should be glad. He wanted that Scream mask and it was ten bucks. I saved you tons of money. That one only cost 69-cents.”
And for the first time in my life, I vowed that I would spend ten dollars on a Scream mask. Because, holy crap. It was Mask Day in hip-hop class. And I get the sneaking suspicion sparkly red masks have no business mixing it with Jay-Z, yo.
Ready to get your scream on? I’ve pulled 5 of my favorite retro recipes from Cheeky Kitchen for your baking pleasure. My kiddos went gaga over these Monster Nachos. I loved how I could pretty much buy all the ingredients at Walgreens. Okay, I didn’t love that part, but it’s terrifically true.
And this Pumpkin and Gingerbread Swirl Bundt Cake? Hello, Nelly. (And by Nelly, I do mean the rapper).
Remember these easy peasy Owl Sugar Cookies? There’s a secret to making that adorable owl shape, and you’ve already got it in your house.
Grab your costumes, masks, and minions and pull off a Grimm celebration without the least bit of goriness, gooey-ness, or gross-out eats. A truly magical Halloween party, with recipes you’re going to adore.
Once you’ve got these all baked up in your kitch, stop on by tomorrow for some all new eats. Lots of yummy stuff coming out of the oven. Grrrrr.