Bourbon Molasses Pumpkin Pie

Bourbon Molasses Pumpkin Pie

Let’s talk turkey. And by turkey, I mean pie. Last week we continued the annual tradition of Friends-giving at our apartment with the tiny kitchen that really should only have one…mayyyybe two people in it at any given time. But hey, you work with what ya got, right? This is the sort of thing that forces one to learn to prep ahead of time.

Confession: I didn’t even used to read all the way through a recipe before starting it; which, as we all know, can catch us unawares as we start cooking, only to realize that the dough has to chill for TWO HOURS until you can get any further in the recipe. So guess what? I totally Don’t stop! Keep reading…

Spiced Molasses Cookies

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It’s the time of cookies and decorating trees and thousands of Santas flooding the streets. I’m sure I mentioned this, but this is when my cartoon self comes out in full force :) So many things make me happy….a few examples: the fluffiest hat you’ve EVER seen, cutting snowflakes with Caitlyn (fyi, “cheating” with patterns you find online is really the way to go if you don’t want your flake to look like the, “aaaaall the snowflakes are beautiful, Katie!”), the smell of Christmas trees, and ridiculous Christmas decorations (stay tuned later in the post for all the photographic evidence).

**NOTE: If you think I’m crazy in my oh-so-excited state (hint, usually accompanied by a “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!”), just laugh, give me a hug, and tell me I’m cute.

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The roomies and I went up to New York City for Santacon! Literally thousands of Santas and elves flooding the streets. Shenaniganry cannot not ensue. That’s right, double negative. (I needed to make sure you read that sentence.) This epic event began with an early morning party including a veritable mountain of bagels, mimosas, and coffee (Bailey’s optional). And because a girl always wants to bring something to contribute to the party, I brought these delightfully chewy, spiced molasses cookies…although they didn’t make it out of their hiding place in the kitchen and into the party, but they’re so yummy, I guess I can’t really blame Santa.

Don’t stop now! Keep reading…