Not a tough Nutella to crack

Nutella-stuffed Brown Butter Cookies


I don’t know if there’s a valid evolutionary explanation for why stuffed things are so much more appealing than their unstuffed counterparts.  Perhaps it’s the mystery of the unseen waiting inside, or maybe it’s the fact that stuffing something makes it BIGGER (and bigger is better).  Who knows?  I’ll end my speculations here, without delving into any Freudian fetal fantasies to explain this phenomenon; I’ll just keep enjoying cheese-stuffed chicken breasts, chickpea-stuffed eggplant, and, of course, these Nutella-stuffed Brown Butter Cookies, no questions asked.


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SRP #16: Piece of Cake (or Cookie!)

An “SRP” in dentistry, short for “Scaling & Root Planing,” is an anesthesia-requiring deep-cleaning procedure.  A FoodSwing Blog “SRP,” short for “Short Recipe Post,” is a concentrated flavor and humor experience…numbing optional.

Cake Batter Sugar Cookies


My dad really is right about everything, and the older I get, the more I realize it.  Coupons are gimmicks.  Sure, they CAN save you money, if used responsibly for items you would buy anyway.  More frequently, however, coupons tend to lead you to purchase things you’d’ve never before considered, AND EVEN WORSE, they lead you to buy large quantities of them!  The Jolly Rancher jelly beans featured in these cookies are case en pointe.  Not only did I have a “Save $2 When You Buy 3 Bags” coupon, but the grocery store I was in had a “Buy 2 Get 1 Free” deal on top of the coupon.  So, as you can see, I really had no choice.  I HAD to buy these jelly beans.

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CE #2: Taco Tuesday (or Everyday)

In the dental world, CE stands for ‘Continuing Education,’ courses that you pay to take to keep yo’ skillz fresh; here, though, CE will stand for ‘Cheap Eats,’ meal recipes that are both affordable and delectable.

Pineapple-Black Bean Tacos

w/ Quick Pickled Radishes & Cilantro-Lime Brown Rice


Ticky tacky taco, sis-boom-baco!  Don’t really know where that came from, but that was the chorus that would ring through the kitchen whenever my mom would make tacos when I was a kid (which was actually a bit longer ago than I am prepared to admit).  My family likes to rhyme things.


Tacos were probably the most-frequently-requested birthday dinner of my youth.  I loved piling my tortilla with as much STUFF as possible and cramming my mammoth creation into my mouth, letting all the taco juices dripped down my wrist onto my plate (or, lap, as it were).  After all, what kid (or adult) likes neat and mess-free foods? Continue reading