St. Patrick’s Day is Thursday, and I can guarantee you that I will forget to wear green. If anyone pinches me, you’ll get a reflexive elbow jab to the eye.
Okay, that was kind of harsh. But really, I don’t forget to wear green on purpose. I barely own anything green. I’m more of a black and gray kind of person with my clothing choices. That way, everything matches!
But with food? That’s a different story altogether. I love me some green food, and when there’s a holiday to be celebrated, that’s even better. These pistachio cookie cups are the perfect festive treat!
Let’s get back to the wardrobe for a minute, because I have often been mistaken for a vampire, thanks to my color choices. You see, I wear a lot of black. A lot. It’s partly because yes, it matches everything, but it also expresses my deep disapproval of winter and mourning for summer. Once the seasons change, the sundresses can come out of hiding!
Thanks to genetics and rigorous sunscreen usage, I have extremely pale skin. My students have accused me of being a vampire, and I don’t bother contradicting them. After all, fear can work to a teacher’s advantage. The contrast of very dark hair with my regularly ashen hue is definitely a motivator for the black clothing preference as well. It’s an exercise in contrast.
So yeah, when tomorrow rolls around, there will probably be no green. I won’t even pull out a green scarf because, nope, don’t have one. Or a pin. Does anyone in my generation wear pins anymore? They mainly serve to make holes in jackets.
Here’s hoping that nobody pinches you come tomorrow if you forget your green. If you walk around armed with pistachio cookie cups, they’ll like you too much to hurt you!
These are so easy to make. The base is a yellow cake mix, to which you add pistachio pudding mix and other basic ingredients. Then you bake them in mini-muffin molds and frost. Watch how easy this is to do!
I told ya. Easy. If you head to the store after work, these will be done in less than an hour. In the recipe, I use bought frosting to speed things up. You could use the kind that comes in tubs, or you could do my favorite hack, which is to buy a container of vanilla frosting from your favorite local bakery.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all. May it be a pinch-free day full of fun, laughter, and green food!
I fulfill many roles in life: wife, mother, teacher, everlasting learner.
This site is dedicated to one role that expresses my creativity in ways that I find consistently challenging and rewarding: baker.
Inventing new ways to enhance food, especially if that food involves chocolate or peanut butter (or both!), is a passion of mine. I look forward to sharing my ideas with you.
Take a deep breath, because you’re in for a shock. Are you ready? Here goes.
I did not try a Twix bar until I was in my late twenties. No joke. Not even a bite. And though there’s usually a reason for travesties like that, I have no real reason to offer. My parents never bought them, I always wanted other candy, and it just never occurred to me to actually eat a Twix bar.
So you can imagine my grief at all the wasted years when I finally tried one. It was such a surprise. Not to shame Rolos, but why hadn’t I tried this caramel (and cookie-infused) candy? Why? Why?!
Oh, how I love a truffle. And cookie dough. And together…wham! Wait, is that Emeril’s line? Or is that “bam!” I always get confused.
Wham, bam, thank you…egg-free peanut butter cookie dough. Filled with peanut butter and butterscotch chips. Covered in chocolate with peanut butter drizzle. Because boy, do you make life that much better.
To be honest, I need a little more chocolate therapy than usual this week. My body is sore thanks to a tubing incident, and I need to dull the pain, doctor.
I just realized something quite shocking. My blog’s been around for all of two weeks and I haven’t posted anything with sprinkles yet! Must fix this problem immediately.
Sprinkles are really magic. I realized a few months back that if I put sprinkles on anything, my kids will eat it. While I’m tempted to test that theory on broccoli, that’s sort of gross. But my son, who pretends to hate chocolate, decided to eat these bars just because of the sprinkles.
Which is appropriate, considering these are magic bars. The traditional magic bar has a graham cracker crust and then layers of goodness, like chocolate chips and nuts, ending off with a layer of condensed milk. While I don’t always like to mess with success, I’ve found that magic bars can be created in any flavor, anytime, which is why you will probably see a lot of them on this site.