For me there is no bite of chocolate more satisfying than a truffle. Named after their likeness to the rare underground mushrooms, truffles are simply made of chocolate ganache, chocolate melted into hot cream. The ganache is chilled, becoming malleable, and pieces are formed into balls that truly resemble black truffles. Then the truffles are rolled in cocoa, powdered sugar, coconut flakes, or crushed nuts. They're the perfect little chocolate dessert bites, making them ideal for a party, especially one to celebrate New Year's Eve. Enjoy one with a cocktail or a glass of bubbly, and it's the perfect ending to an evening looking toward a new year filled with hope and prosperity.
These chocolate truffles are very easy to make with no cooking or baking required. Hot cream is poured over chocolate to melt it, and then combined with sugar and pulverized chocolate wafers for a bit of texture. The mixture is then flavored with hazelnut and coffee liqueurs along with espresso powder. After chilling, the truffles are formed into balls and rolled in crushed hazelnuts.
Holiday Goodies
Holiday Goodies
Rice Krispie Coconut Snowballs
Do you love coconut as much as I do? If you do, then these Rice Krispie Coconut Snowballs are going to make you smile. The Rice Krispies become this sugary coconut delivery system. What could be more perfect?
Now, my husband, he completely dislikes coconut. It kills me! I don't know how he lives...(he'll love that I said that too). I guess he could never live in the South with all the amazing Coconut Cream Pie he'd have to turn down. And then there's the most amazing Coconut Cake I've ever made. Swoon! He'll never know what he's missing. More for me.
This is truly a quick and easy recipe, perfect for the cookie platter. The sugary whipped egg whites keep the mixture together, letting you form the mixture into little snowballs.
During a holiday season so full of red and green, the snow white color is a welcome reprieve. It gives balance to the Christmas crazy that can sometimes take over the house. I find these cookies to be an elegant reminder of the serenity of wintertime.
Watch Out, Lil' Ladies
Ah, so it begins.
From my cousin:
“Well, so far, there will be about thirty of us. We should talk about
the menu and see what we want everyone to bring. We’ll need two
turkeys. Kevin says he wants to deep fry one.”
This, from my cousin Leland in Kansas where we will meet for
Thanksgiving. I will happily fly to Tulsa from Los Angeles, then drive
on cruise control 120 miles to the small town of Parsons for
Thanksgiving dinner at his big blue Victorian home with a host of
cousins, grandchildren, stray local teen-agers and two uncles well into
their 80s. (One will bring a cream pie and the other, green jello.)
Once we settle where the out-of-towners sleep we will find ourselves
smack in this small town of 13,000 in the middle of the country, the
grocery shopping dependent on a Wal Mart just outside the city limits
where there is never a shortage of iceberg lettuce, year round. (A
side note: I felt slapped down, yet hopeful to discover a small plastic
container of basil buried among the radishes when last there.)
Andes Crème de Menthe Chocolate Brownie Cookies
According to their site, Andes Crème de Menthe candies rank as the “number one after-dinner mint” delivering a “smooth blend of mint and chocolate flavors– the perfect post-meal treat”.
They are particularly popular during the holidays and easy to find at your local grocery store. They help bring these easy chocolate “brownie” cookies to a new level of decadence.
After removing the cookies from the oven, each one is topped with an Andes mint while still warm. The residual heat melts the candy, turning it into a spreadable “frosting” to swirl over each cookie.
They’ll be the hit of any holiday gathering cookie swap.
Prodigal Latke
I’m a California Jew. If one were to compare ethnicity in terms of
packaging, we’d be ‘plain wrap’. Both my folks were Jewish, but Mom was
an Atheist and Dad, well, he grew up in the little town of Chloride
Arizona and Grandpa Harry was the Sheriff. Once, when I was a kid, I
brought a stray cat into the house. Dad hated cats. The center of his
face turned purple with rage. “You git that ornery varmint outta
here!” Get the picture?
Then I met my salt of the earth, “Philly bro” husband who promised his father on his deathbed that he’d have his kids bar/bat mitzvah’d, what the fuck was I gonnna do?
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