This past weekend I attended a glorious event: a vegan, holiday cookie swap! Generously hosted by the W family in their beautiful home, everyone brought a couple dozen of their own cookies to share, along with an empty container in which to accumulate what everyone else had created. I made kitchen sink biscotti from VCIYCJ (p. 218) with chocolate chips, white chocolate chips, and macadamia nuts.
Of course I forgot to bring the ingredient list I'd carefully prepared the day before and had to just scrawl a new one on site.
It was the first time I'd ever made biscotti, and it didn't start out well: the plant suffered a cocoa powder mishap early on.
But then everything came together.
I doubled the recipe because that's what I do.
Cut and ready for the second baking.
Packed and ready to go:
Snazzified:
89 obliterating her Hanukkah toy of the day occupied while I baked and baked and baked.
When I arrived at the swap, I'd come from a celebratory feast at Gobo (where the food was served and enjoyed in entirely too fast a manner for me to have even attempted documentation). I was too full to partake in more than a couple of cookies at the scene so, as a result, I managed to return home with an impressive haul that I'm still making my way through.
Scene from a party dedicated almost entirely to cookies:
After a cookie-filled week, even I had to take a break. This was my breakfast the following morning: broccoli sautéed with garlic and red pepper flakes in toasted sesame oil tossed with whole wheat pasta, raw carrots, sun-dried tomatoes, kalamata olives, black pepper and chipotle olive oil.
This holiday has been a treat marathon; got to remember to get the veggies in.
Of course I forgot to bring the ingredient list I'd carefully prepared the day before and had to just scrawl a new one on site.
It was the first time I'd ever made biscotti, and it didn't start out well: the plant suffered a cocoa powder mishap early on.
But then everything came together.
I doubled the recipe because that's what I do.
Packed and ready to go:
Snazzified:
| (Her bed isn't normally in the kitchen; it was relocated for the evening.) |
When I arrived at the swap, I'd come from a celebratory feast at Gobo (where the food was served and enjoyed in entirely too fast a manner for me to have even attempted documentation). I was too full to partake in more than a couple of cookies at the scene so, as a result, I managed to return home with an impressive haul that I'm still making my way through.
Scene from a party dedicated almost entirely to cookies:
| a blurry glimpse of the goodies |
This holiday has been a treat marathon; got to remember to get the veggies in.