I had really good dinner game last week, guys. Between work events paying for my fancy meals to friends heating me up delicious leftovers, I ate super well and cheap! You want to know what pushed my dinner game over the top, though? Monday was Pi Day, and my office had a pie party.
Here's a bit of advice for you - pie dinner is always a good idea.
I brought my caramel-coffee-chocolate tart. This is an incredibly rich tart with a satisfying chewiness and a delicate, flakey crust. It is pretty much perfect. When I say, "my caramel-coffee-chocolate tart," I really mean, "the recipe I took from David Lebovitz." Picasso said good artists copy, great artists steal, so.
This recipe comes in two parts. The first is the tart crust. You need to know about this tart crust. This tart crust changed my life. There are three things to know about this tart crust: it is delicious, it is fast, it is easy.
Sometimes you don't need to break open a beer when you start baking because sometimes you are already a bit tipsy when you come home, you know? You walk through the door after a work happy hour and you say to your wife, "I think we need some coconut peanut butter cups right now, don't you?" And then your cat is like, "I'm helping." You can't say no to Riley, so she is co-blogger of this week's Baking & Beer: Coconut Peanut Butter Cup Edition.
Ok, seriously, the greatest thing about coconut peanut butter cups (and peanut butter cups in general) is that they take a total of 30 minutes to make a big batch of fresh, homemade coconut-chocolate-peanut butter magic. Nothing could be easier. You can even make them when you are drunk.
Here is what you need:
About a half cup of coconut peanut butter
About a cup of powdered sugar
About a cup of chocolate to melt
I found coconut peanut butter at the grocery store near my house, but I live in a weird hippie neighborhood, so y...
Well, Valentine's Day has come and gone, and I took none of my own advice. Instead, Rachel and I pretty much slept all day. And that, my friends, was glorious. I did manage, however, to make a chocolate fraisier, which I am translating as a strawberry-studded chocolate mousse cake, to commemorate the day of love. In fact, I only ate strawberry-studded chocolate mousse cake on Valentine's Day.... Thinking back on that now, that might have been a poor life choice. It was delicious, though, and I would like to share it with you.
I don't know why strawberries are considered a Valentine's Day thing. They are not in season, they are
rarely heart-shaped, and you don't look sexy when you eat them. I have this image in my head of a woman with long hair blowing gently in the breeze seductively biting into a strawberry while making bedroom eyes at me, like Angelina is doing in this photo here, but I don't think this is an event that happens in the real world.