I know. It's obvious. But it's holiday time, and I wanted to decorate some cookies. And I have to say, if you decide to get one egregiously holiday-themed product this year, this is not a bad one to choose (especially compared to Pringles Peppermint or whatever). Straight, it tastes a bit like sweet coffee made with ashes, but mix in some hot milk and by golly you got a nog goin'!
Plus, of all the ridiculous liquors I've gotten, this one seems to make the most sense, baking-wise. Why bother with nutmeg and cinnamon and actual ginger when you can just use a dollop of Kahlúa Gingerbread? Cut your prep [...]
“Oh, you’re Jessica Knoll,” she says to a young woman in a lace top who writes a great deal for the magazine. “Kate told me you’re a rock star,” she says of her predecessor, Kate White. “But Kate’s gone, so it doesn’t matter now.”
Mwa ha ha! For New York magazine (and The Cut), Carl Swanson sits in on Joanna Coles' first meeting as editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan, where a plate of untouched cookies vaguely resembles a bowl of fairy-tale poison apples (from here, at least). But if poison were rousing.
…piñata cookies for Cinco de Mayo this weekend! We could, and should, also make real piñatas of our grandmothers. (But don't go hang it in the East River park in Manhattan — there've been reports of a 12 year-old girl there who will leap-frog your stick-wielding, blindfolded kindergartener in order to body slam the piñata to the ground. Eyewitnesses also state that she (obviously) brought bigger hands and pockets than everyone else at the party.)