Food memories are some of the strongest. When I smell onions being caramelized with peppers in olive oil I’m immediately transported to when my parents would make fajitas. Or when I smell tomato sauce cooking on the stove it usually meant lasagna was on it’s way. But those are both memories conjured up mostly from smell. These cupcakes, while only just a small fraction of the food I’ve been made by my grandmother and probably only made a couple of times by her, are something that everytime I go to visit her, I think of these cupcakes.
I would like to add cookies to the list of foods that everyone should know how to make from scratch. I mean, really if you can’t figure out how to bake cookies then you’ve got bigger issues at hand. It’s not the cookies fault that you’re incompetent. Sure, maybe your first batch won’t come out great, maybe not even your second or third, but that’s why you have to start practicing now. You never know when the time will come when freshly baked cookies are needed.
Who like’s firehouse subs? If you do keep reading!
Now let’s go back in time for a moment shall we?
Back to a time far far away before I got the hang of food blogging…
Psh, who am I kidding we could be talking about yesterday. I still have no idea what i’m doing when it comes to blogging. Half the time my pictures look horrible, and my ramblings make no sense, but hey I try.