Thanksgiving weekend has arrived here in Canada and it feels a little too soon. It was practically summer here in Toronto this past week, so I’m not exactly in the mood for turkey and all the fixings. I would happily take a Caprese salad instead. But alas, the calendar and the weather report don’t coordinate with each other, so I’m trying my best to get jazzed about mashed potatoes and roast squash. But thankfully, this year, I at least won’t have to preheat the oven for my dessert. Nope, this year I am making this no-bake wonder – London Fog Tiramisu. This beauty delivers the flavor profile of the cozy tea latte in a classic tiramisu format. This is such a fun little riff, so let’s get into it.
It’s been a minute since I posted a dessert. I don’t tend to bake all that much in January. Too burnt out from the holiday baking season, I suppose. But now that it’s February, my least favorite month of the year, I am in need of something sweet. It’s cold, it still gets dark before 5:30pm, and regardless of what the groundhogs had to say on the subject we still have a heck of a lot of winter left to go. So yeah, I feel like we could all use a sweet little lift. And today’s Banana Crème Caramel is just the dessert to do it. So let’s get started.
When I started the Overthinking Classics series a little over a year ago, it was with dishes like today’s Peach Cobbler in mind. Like any professional(ish) food person, I like to experiment with my chosen medium. But the experimental dishes aren’t the foods that got me into cooking and baking in the first place. Pies and cobblers were some of the first recipes my grandmother taught me. These are the dishes that got me addicted to the act of making food and feeding people. And while it’s fun to fiddle with nostalgic treats and turn them into something unexpected. Sometimes you just want the classic, straight-up and unadorned. And that’s what today’s Peach Cobbler recipe is. Easy, approachable, and incredibly delicious.
Today’s PB and Honey Donuts are a love letter to the first sandwich I ever learned how to make myself – peanut butter and honey. My mom was always keen on independence, so I started making my own school lunches fairly early on. But because my repertoire was limited, whenever I brown-bagged it to school chances were there was a PB and honey sandwich in that bag. And yes, I am old enough to remember a time when peanut butter was allowed in schools. You’d think after years of eating the same sandwich I’d be sick of it but I’m not. I still love the combo to this day, so much so that I saw fit to immortalize it in donut form. And the result was pretty spectacular if I do say so myself. So let’s dive in!