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Open Sesame! ~ Not Chocolate, Not Peanut Butter Cookies

“I’d kill for a peanut butter cup.” It hasn’t helped that the Comet Halloween just whizzed past us tossing chocolate & peanut debris in it’s wake… nor that the typhoon “Winter Holiday” is churning out in the distance, chocked full of every imaginable forbidden delight in that never-ending advertising rotation, hitting the airwaves every… fifteen… minutes. Luckily, I’ve been able to igg out  a few small miracles. Watkin’s makes an impressive imitation chocolate extract. It’s not quite chocolate (being made from yeast), but it does give you the impression that you’ve doused the kitchen in chocolate liquor… and it does trick the mind a bit… just as long as you don’t think of it as Bosco. And, I’ve had a moderate amount of success with Tahini replacing peanut butter in savory situations for satays, peanut butter marinades, and an odd bout of mixing it with blue cheese for Ants on a Log… but, never anything sweet. I guess it’s about time. And, yes… they’re every bit as good as the ones we can’t even think about eating.  In …

Apple and Currant Cream Tart

My life is full of apple memories. I remember watching mesmerized as my granddad, equipped with his trusty pocket knife, cut artful, seamless spirals of apple peel sitting in his chair… My father taking huge cheek bulging half-apple bites out of his Saturday yard work snack apple… My brothers and I carefully picking our way through the crab apple tangles near the house, trying to reach that elusive, less insanely puckering fruit near the top of the tree… Eating the oddly confusing pear-apples (looks like an apple – textured like a pear – tastes like nothing) that grew in my grandfather’s unattended orchard… Busting my lip during my one and only apple bob… My first fresh squeezed apple cider at some mountain festival as a child… Some kid from grammar school blowing half-chewed apple in my face… I still don’t remember why… Endlessly feeding green apples to a mule… It’s no surprise I gravitate to the local apple barns and decorative displays at the market. The other week out shopping with Jane, I’m always trying …