Chocolate Chunk Cupcakes

From At Peace: “Nice cupcakes, buddy,” I heard from behind me half an hour later, and I saw in front of me, Feb, who I was talking to, lift her gaze to some high point over my shoulder. Joe obviously was there. I like to think of myself as “not a cake person.” I like cookies. And pie. And pudding. And crumbles. And sundaes. But whenever I’m confronted with a cupcake (or, let’s be honest, cake on the whole), I can’t keep up the pretence. I don’t know who came up with the...

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Yeast Crescents

From Sweet Dreams:      “Dad’s Mom,” I blathered on. “She was Polish and she could cook. I mean she could cook. She made these cookies, like crescent rolls but in cookie form with lots of cinnamon and sugar and butter and the dough was made with sour cream so they were rich and she sifted powdered sugar on them. She made them every Christmas and I always went over to help. She let me brush the melted butter on the rolled out dough and sprinkle the cinnamon and sugar on and...

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Chocolate Filled Snowballs

If memory serves, this recipe, that my mom introduced us to, is really my Gramma Moutaw’s recipe. Though, alas, the true origin of this recipe is lost in the sands of time in my mind. I just know that every Christmas, Mom made these. Then after I left home, every Christmas, I made them…until I moved to England and couldn’t get Hershey’s kisses. I missed them. These are also the cookies The Promise’s Benny Bianchi adores and Frankie Concetti...

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Gramma Moutaw’s Chocolate Maraschino Cherry Cake

My Gramma Moutaw did a variety of things exceptionally well. One, she was one of those people who was gut-bustingly funny in a way where she was surprised you laughed at her brilliance, which made her even funnier. Two, she could crochet like a dream. Three, she accessorized beautifully. And last, my gramma could COOK! We lived in Indiana and she lived in California so we didn’t see her often. But I remember, every time we saw her, it was a good time full of laughter,...

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Snickerdoodles

I’m instigating the Great American Cookie debate. What is the greatest American cookie? My current vote: The Snickerdoodle. Now, in the UK, they call cookies “biscuits”. They also call them cookies but mostly they clarify this with “American” before the use of the word “cookie”. After copious sampling, I cannot really tell you the difference between a “biscuit” and a “cookie” except that, in the UK, biscuits are store bought (and crunchy) and American cookies are usually...

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Rock Chick Cookies

(Or Eddie’s favorite cookies in Rock Chick Rescue) In America, we grow up being fed peanut butter. Sure, there are probably some who do not like peanut butter but these people scare me. This is not to say people who are allergic to nuts scare me, just people who don’t like peanut butter. Peanut butter is great. You can put it on bread, with grape jelly, and have yourself a delicious sandwich. You can put it on a rice cake, with marshmallow fluff, and have yourself a...

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Milky Way Cake

This is the cake Rocky makes Layne in Golden Trail. Okay, I cannot say this is the most decadent cake in the entire world. I’m still researching this phenomenon and I’ll get back to you. One thing I can say is it’s pretty freaking decadent. Anything that has eleven Milky Way (Mars Bars, UK) in it has got to be decadent but look at the other frickin’ ingredients. A cup of butter? Two of sugar? Four eggs? And that’s just in the cake. The frosting has more butter and a box and...

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Chocolate Sheet Cake

Or the cake Jet makes the first time Eddie comes over for dinner in Rock Chick Rescue. “What was that about?” I repeated. He turned square to me but didn’t touch me. “You’ve been branded.” I blinked. That didn’t sound good. “Pardon?” I asked. “Told Willie, called Lee and Darius. Word goes out tonight that you belong to me. Anyone fucks with you, they fuck with me, the DPD, all the boys at Nightingale Investigations and Darius Tucker. I’m callin’ in all my markers. I’m not...

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