Bye, Bye Miss American (Strawberry) Pie

Because I clearly became a foodie over the weekend, I wanted to share one more recipe with you today. The fact that some good friends and family threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t also goaded me into firing up the old computer after work today. My mom makes the best strawberry pie ever. Yeah, don’t go there trying to argue with me on this point. You won’t win…trust me. Mine is never as pretty but it’s almost as delicious, so when the locally-grown or near locally-grown strawberries begin springing up each springtime, a Garnet Glace Strawberry Pie is the first thing that comes out of my kitchen. I did remember to take some photos along the way but you aren’t going to find a good finished shot because Eddie dug into it before I could dollop whipped topping on. Now it’s just a bit of a half-eaten mess.

Garnet Glace Strawberry Pie
1-9 inch pastry shell, baked and cooled
1 quart fresh strawberries, washed and stemmed
1 c. water, divided
1 c. sugar
3 Tbls. cornstarch
3 oz. cream cheese
1/2 c. powdered sugar
Cool Whip or other whipped topping

Prepare a glaze by simmering 1 cup of cut-up berries in 2/3 c. of water for 3 minutes.

Blend granulated sugar, cornstarch and 1/3 c. of water. Add to the boiling mixture. Stirring constantly, bring the mixture back to a boil and cook for 1 minute. Cool completely.

Mix the cream cheese and powdered sugar, then spread into the bottom of the baked and cooled pastry shell.

Arrange the remaining berries, points up, inside the pastry shell. Reserve a few berries as garnish, if you wish.

Cover the berries with the cooled glaze and refrigerate a minimum of 2 hours.

Dollop whipped topping (or spread it over the top), add the garnish and serve.

Note: Overcooked glaze will be harder to spread (see the image below) but who cares? And dry berries keep the pie from weeping.


A Great (but Not Authentic) Sangria Recipe

When life hands you a new Sangria pitcher, make Sangria. Or at least that’s my motto. As you may have read in my earlier post, I bought the coolest pitcher today. It would’ve been an absolute sacrilege to let it go unused on its first day home with me. Far be it from me to misuse such a lovely vessel. So I’m drinking a passably good Sangria as I type (hiccup…just kidding). Given how easy it is, I figured it was my duty to share so here it goes…


1 bottle of Merlot (cheap works)
1 c. sugar (I use Splenda and use quite a bit less)
1 c. orange liqueur
1/2 c.-1 c. brandy (I use 3/4 c.)
1 lemon
1 lime
1 peach
3 c. lemon-lime soda (7-up, Sprite or Sierra Mist…I’ve tried ’em all and they’re all good)

In a pitcher (I recommend mine from Mississippi Mud Pottery — no affiliation), stir the Merlot and sugar. Add the orange liqueur, brandy and fruit. Refrigerate until ready to serve. Before serving add the lemon-lime soda.

Depending upon how sweet you like your Sangria, you may prefer to omit the sugar or Splenda. The soda adds quite a bit of sweetness. Oh, and the last step is to sit back and enjoy. It’s probably best not to try and blog or work after a glass given the booziness of it, or maybe that’s exactly what you need to do. I’ll let you be the judge.

Pitcher Style 3485

Sandal (and Loafer) Smackdown

Friends, I have a dilemma here. If you follow me on Twitter or know me in the slightest, you know I have a thing for shoes. And by “thing” I may mean a bit of an obsession. Who can blame me, though? I did grow up in a shoe store and I have worked for and Brown Shoe. You can’t blame me, right? Last Thursday I got tired of debating the same four pairs of shoes and did something very uncharacteristic of me. I ordered them all. Now I’m not stupid enough to ruin my budget by keeping four pairs, but I am totally up for keeping at least two. I’m partial to the Sam Edelman Sophie and the Miz Mooz Macey. I have to admit that the Bass Wayfarers hold a special place in my heart. During my humble beginnings, I wore pink and white Bass saddle oxfords quite a lot. We’re talking circa 1985 or so, and I felt retro cool back then. I think the silver Wayfarers may need to stay but let’s see what you think.

Oh, and if you like what you can see of the jeans, they are American Eagle jeggings in yellow. Not too tight, not too loose…perfect for spring and the price is crazy good.

Bass Wayfarer in silver from ($130 less 50%)
They are so comfortable and the silver is a little more subdued than they show in the picture. Ironically edgy? That’s what I’m going for. I see them with black ankle-length skinnies right through fall 2012 (or until the Mayan calendar runs out). Size-wise, I usually wear a 9 1/2 and boughtt that size. They are a little big but nothing that an insole can’t fix.

Sam Edelman Sophia from ($119 less 20%)
In my book, Sam Edelman can do no wrong. Every pair I’ve ever bought feels comfortable right out of the box. This pair features both neutral leather and silver…huge for summer. I’m usually a 10 in Sam Edelman styles but the 9 1/2 fit perfectly in this style.

Kork-Ease Bette in Natural from ($150 less 20%)
These are pretty classic. I mean I think my 60-year-old cool aunt wore them in the ’70s. The color is a perfect nude. I usually wear a 9 1/2 and ordered these in a 9. They are a little snug but I think they would stretch.

Miz Mooz Macey in Whiskey from ($109 less 20%)
After buying my first pair of Miz Mooz sandals last year, I became hooked. They run about 1/2 size small and a little wide but the styles are retro-fabulous. This is the pair that Eddie loves. I don’t know…maybe it’s because they are a little Ginger and a little Marianne all at once? I’ll admit that they are super comfortable. They also come in lemon yellow, which makes me want two pairs of them.

So what do you think? If you have an opinion, leave it in the comments section or tweet me @shoemuse. I’ve never left a big fashion decision up to the universe, so I’m anxious (and a little scared) to see what everyone says.

Cheesecake Update

Well, this is a first. I always, and I mean always, overcook my cheesecake, leaving a Grand Canyon-sized crevasse in the top. Besides just feeling defeated, it’s really no big deal with my Chocolate Amaretto Cherry Cheesecake recipe because the top is covered in a thick layer of cherry pie filling. But I know, and it drives me crazy. The cheesecake-baking gods were smiling onĀ  me yesterday ’cause this little gem came out perfect! I would say that I’m so proud of myself but it was a total fluke, I’m sure.

So, here it is… cracks!

A (Marginally) Healthy Chocolate Cheesecake Recipe Just in Time for Valentine’s Day

Remember back in the ’90s when “low fat” and “no fat” meant something was good for you even if it had cups of sugar and sky-high sodium? Okay, we were sorely wrong about all that but the trend did give me a pretty darn good cheesecake. I’m talking good by even full-fat, full-calorie standards. Chocolate, Amaretto, cherry pie filling…you really just can’t go wrong. One year Mom made it for Valentine’s Day and the tradition caught on. I’ve made it every year since. I must be totally dedicated, too, because it really should be made the day before you want to eat it. And so here I am, racing to finish my freelance work before I pick Zoey up at daycare all while constructing the Chocolate Amaretto Cherry Cheesecake that I’ll dive in to this time tomorrow.

I thought I would share the recipe here. As you peruse the ingredients list, I can promise you’ll be shocked because this puppy has cottage cheese in it. I hate loathe detest cottage cheese by itself but here it’s pretty unrecognizable. It takes the place of bricks upon bricks of cream cheese, and while you aren’t going to get that silky cream cheese cheesecake texture, it isn’t exactly gloppy like cottage cheese (we’ll call it artisanal since that term seems to mean coarse in terms of texture these days). Oh, and you’re going to need a good food processor. A mixer will mix but the food processor delivers the very best artisanal texture.

Since I’m in the process of making my own, I’ll be back later with pictures. Let me know if you try it!

Chocolate Amaretto Cherry Cheesecake

1 1/4 c. graham cracker crumbs
3 tbls. white sugar
1/3 c. melted margarine

1 1/2 c. light cream cheese
1/4 c. flour
1/4 c. Amaretto
1 c. white sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
1/4 tsp. salt
1 egg
1 c. low fat cottage cheese
1/4 c. plus 2 tbls. cocoa powder
2-21 oz. cans of cherry pie filling

1. Pre-heat over to 350 and prepare 8-inch springform pan with non-stick cooking spray.

2. Mix graham cracker crumbs, 3 tbls. white sugar, and melted margarine.

3. Pour into springform pan, spread, and compact to cover the bottom.

4. Bake for 8 minutes. Cool. Turn over down to 300.

5. In a food processor, add cream cheese, sugar, cottage cheese, cocoa, flour, Amaretto, vanilla, and salt. Process until smooth.

6. Add egg and process just until blended.

7. Pour mixture over cooled crust.

8. Bake at 300 for 65-75 minutes, or until set. (If the top cracks, it’s overdone.) Cool.

9. Cover and chill 10 hours or overnight.

10. Spread cherry pie filling over cheesecake, remove springform pan sides, and serve.

“Secret” Recipe Cinnamon Rolls

It snowed ever so slightly on Thursday morning; it was the first of the year and the season. Talk about traffic snarls! I’m so glad I didn’t have anywhere to go. If you’ve ever spent a few seasons with my family, you know that a snow day automatically equates with cinnamon rolls. And good grief, can my mom (and my grandma before) make some kick butt cinnamon rolls. Eons ago when my mother owned a shoe store, she would find some way (maybe she could harness the space-time continuum??) to make them on a cold, snowy winter morning before heading to the shop. Point is this: if it’s snowing, you make them.

The recipe has never been a secret really, yet so many people assume that it is. Strange as it sounds, no one asked for it (usually) and it wasn’t like Mom or Grandma showed up with recipe in hand. That being said, there is some secret skill or method to making them truly “Mom”-worthy. I added my own photo but trust me, her rolls make Cinnabon look amateur. Mine are just edible. So…you want it? The recipe, that is.

Rhonda and Bernadine’s Sweet Rolls

1. Soften 2 packages of yeast in 1/4 c. lukewarm water with 2 tsp. of white sugar. Set aside

2. Scald 1 c. milk

3. Pour scalded milk over 1/4 c. of shortening and melt. Add 1/2 c. white sugar and 1 tsp. salt. Mix well and cool to lukewarm.

4. Add 2 beaten eggs and the yeast mixture to the scalded milk and shortening. Mix well. Add 3 c. flour. Mix well and continue to add flour, if needed, until a soft dough forms. (It should not be sticky but it should also not be too dry.)

5. Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and knead lightly, then turn dough over and let it rest for 10-15 minutes.

6. Knead a few times and place in an oiled bowl. Work the dough around to cover with oil. Place a cloth over the bowl and let rise in a warm place for about 1 hour.

7. Punch down the dough and divide in two. Roll each out into a rectangle (about 9X13 or 1/2 inch thick). Spread melted margarine over the dough. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar. (Plan to use about 1 c. of sugar and 2 tsp. of cinnamon per half, or to taste).

8. Roll beginning at the short end and seal the final edge. Slice into 1-inch pieces. Using a long piece of thread works excellently!

9. Place rolls into a prepared pan sprayed with non-stick cooking spray and a tablespoon of vegetable oil. Cover with a towel and let rise for about 1 hour.

10. Pre-heat over to 400, then bake rolls for 20-25 minutes.

11. Cool just slightly, then frost with a mixture of powdered sugar, vanilla and milk. Whip up to taste but we typically use 1 c. of powdered sugar per pan, 1 tsp. vanilla and a tbls. or two of milk.

12. Cool, if you can wait, then eat (and vow to exercise hard tomorrow).

On Cooking and Kahlua Cake

Full fat, full calories…fully delicious

My grandma could cook. And I do mean she could cook. A decade after her death, people still tell me they miss her pies, cakes, cobblers, casseroles…whatever. She really did have a knack (who else could turn a raisin pie into something nearly edible?) and that knack did not pass down to me. It’s a bit my fault, too. One Sunday she was dead-set on teaching me to make homemade biscuits. I, on the other hand, felt like it was a skill much too stereotypically “woman.” I wasn’t going to cook–or knit or have babies or stay at home–because I was going to take on the world. If I wanted a biscuit, I would buy it like every other smart, powerful, ambitious woman. (Do ambitious women actually want biscuits??) So I didn’t learn. I didn’t learn any of it. I can’t really cook. I can’t knit. I wasn’t having a baby, either, until Mother Nature thought she would take things into her own hands. Surprise!

I’ve gotten by my whole life cooking to live, and mostly living on Shredded Wheat. Between this whole molting thing–and Pinterest–I’ve developed an interest in at least trying to create gastronomic concoctions. Get this…I made blue cheese stuffed figs wrapped in prosciutto back in November. Whoa, right? I have gained a pound or two but sometimes I actually like this cooking thing. I mean, you can have a glass of wine, teach your kid a few math skills. And I’m connecting with something I chose to lose. Or maybe I never lost it because I never had it. Either way, I feel like I owe it to myself to learn. Hey, you have to eat while your growing and changing no matter how old you are.

And because I had so many hits when I posted about my Kahlua recipe, I would be remiss to talk about it. It. Was. GOOD. And I don’t feel a bit bad that I’ve had a piece of Kahlua cake every night since I made it. My legs are twitching because I’ve been running it off but, you know, fair trade. If you want the recipe, click here: Kahlua Cake Recipe from