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Scotcheroo Ice Cream |

It is a darn shame that this was the first time I used my ice cream maker this summer. That’s not to say this is my first time having eaten ice cream this summer because, hello, ice cream. I actually might be a little ashamed (or proud?) to tell you just how much ice cream I have consumed thus far this season.

But that is neither here nor there — what is important is this ice cream, ladies and gents. This homemade scotcheroo-flavored ice cream. This glorious, homemade scotcheroo-flavored ice cream. This magical, glorious, homemade scotcheroo-flavored ice cream. This — well, you get my point.

Pause: Do you know the goodness I am referring to that is a scotcheroo? I first tried the treats when I was a reporter in Iowa and we had potlucks every now and then so as to boost workplace morale (and/or have an excuse to eat cheese dip from a slow cooker and five different kinds of dessert for lunch. #memories). I’m pretty sure I wolfed down no less than threeve of the yummy little chocolate-covered, peanut buttery and butterscotchy crispy bars right after my first-ever bite. It was instant love. And I haven’t had a scotcheroo since.

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Slow Cooker Italian Meatballs |

I realllllly wanted to title this post “slow cooker Italian meat-a-balls” because that’s how I always say it in my head. But we’re trying to keep it profesh around here, so the traditional spelling wins out (though you’ll totally say “meat-a-balls” in your head now, too. You’re welcome).

This is one of the recipes I made pre-baby for our freezer stash, and I made a royal mistake with them — I froze all eleventy billion (or, like, 40) of them in one container. Do you know where I’m going with this? It means I had to thaw all 40 meatballs for me, my husband and my mom (who was staying with us at the time) at once. I was shaking in my boots that some of these delicious meat-a-balls would end up going to waste.

Well it turns out I completely underestimated my husband’s love for the meatball, because they were all gone — GONE — in two days. Down the hatch in meatball sub form, on top of pasta, cold and sliced and placed atop whole-grain toast (YUM, really), etc. OK, OK — my mom and I helped, too.

Needless to say, this recipe is one of those low-effort, high-result recipes that you’re going to want to make again and again (just maybe freeze them in batches if you do, unless you love eating meatballs for two days straight like my husband).

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Salted Caramel Peanut Butter Cream Pie |

Just looking at these photos makes me shed a tear.

Why? Because this pie is allll gone — partially thanks to my family, but mostly because of me. I did this to myself. And now I have to wait until later this summer to make it again. Harrumph.

Until then, let’s talk about why you need to get this nearly no-bake pie into your life. Two words: Caramel yogurt.

I’ll give you a moment to retrieve your jaw from the floor.

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Homemade Sourdough Bread, Step by Step |

Awwwwwwww man, you guys. This post. THIS BREAD. It’s been a very long time coming.

Remember when I said I wanted to make more basic bread recipes for all y’alls on here? Well, that was the push I needed to finally get my hands dirty in the sourdough bucket, if you will (that sounds so gross, actually. Pretend I never said that).

I don’t know what it was about the good ol’ sourdough that made me so nervous. Probably the same thing that makes me nervous to make things like macarons, cheesecakes and puff pastries — precision, energy and patience that may end up yielding an epic fail. BUT! Having now made the sourdough, I am here to tell you that it is, in fact, not scary at all and while yes, patience is required, truly I tell you it is one of the easiest breads I have made in my years of carbo-loading bread baking.

And if that’s not enough to convince you to drop everything and make yo’self some sourdough today (OK OK, you can have your coffee first), I have some nifty step-by-step photos for you, so it’s like we’re making sourdough together! Which would be my favorite thing, ever. REALLY. Please come over and let’s hang out and bake schtuff.

Here we go!

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Happy almost Fourth, friendlies! Also, holy moly how is it already July? I know everyone keeps saying that, but for real, I swear it was Memorial Day, like, last weekend. My pasty-white skin also tells me it’s still wintertime (ain’t nobody got time for sunbathing with a bebe, you see), so that’s confusing.

Also, do you say “sunbathing” or “suntanning?” I say sunbathing, but then I feel like that’s a grandma thing to say. But I’m also 90 years old at heart, so, I suppose it’s befitting.

ANYWAY. Let’s talk about some good ol’ Fourth of July grub, shall we? We shall.

I know the holiday is tomorrow so I’m super awesomely sharing these recipes with you at the last minute like a boss, but hey! Most of them are quick and easy and all of them are tasty, so it will be worth changing up whatever plans you’ve got to make one or five of these recipes happen tomorrow. Or I can make them for you and then come over to your shindig as long as you save me one of those neat-o sparkler things and, like, an ice cream sandwich or something. Deal? Cool.

Here are some appetizers/sides/potluckin’ dishes just begging for a mouth party:

stuffed cheesy bread

Stuffed Cheesy Bread
Creamy Shrimp Cocktail Dip
Garlic Mushroom Queso Fundido

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Shrimp Avocado Tostadas |

I’m recovering from one of those weekends.

You know — the kind of weekend when you eat all the foods, all day long. YOU KNOW. They’re the best kind of weekends but they make for the worst Mondays.

Though this Monday? Not so bad — thanks to these om nom nommy shrimp avocado tostadas.

We took our first trip to my hometown in the Chi-town suburbs with the wee one this weekend, about six hours away (!). But she did so well! I think she was probably excited about all the aforementioned food that I would be eating and, thus, she would be eating (she is my daughter, after all; fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree). On Sunday, my parents hosted an open house so all of our hometown peeps could meet Avery and hold her and snuggle with her and smell her head (people do this… I do this. It’s cool.) and so she could show off her cute dress with little sheep on it.

The husband and I also went out for dinner, just the two of us, for the first time since the babe was born and YOU GUYS — I had my first glass of wine in, like, 11 months. Glory glory.

But enough about the weekend. Let us chat about this delectable creation, shall we? Yes, let’s.

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