Parchment Baking Cup

You guys. This is a slightly odd post but when I first started this blog, I told you I would share my discoveries with you. It’s usually sharing a recipe but this time it’s a tool to help you bake and bake well! I am proud to say I have discovered The Most Perfect Baking Cup. *drum roll please*

Do you ever bake muffins or cupcakes and when your people go to eat said treats, they stick to the paper cup? You lose one-third of the baked item to the paper and you have to pick it off like a pigeon. It’s dreadful. Well, these little babies do not do that. Ever. They are amazing! You will have a clean muffin pan AND safe, sound and WHOLE muffins or cupcakes. These gorgeous parchment sleeves will protect your baked good and keep it from sticking to anything but itself. Uff-da! Such a relief. Three cheers for parchment!

I found these at our local Target store but a quick perusal produced them on Amazon too.

Okay. Now that you know…carry on. or maybe I should say Keep Calm and Bake On?

Your welcome. ūüėČ




Bravery.¬†This is a word that has been on my mind and in my heart for a long while now. It is something I think about every morning as I drop my kids off at their school. My heart feels a little like it is being pulled out of my chest, like it did that first day of kindergarten. Although, my son is now in fifth grade and my daughter is in third so I’ve had years of practice with school drop offs. But it’s not ever completely emotionless for me. I feel their sense of bravery as they exit the warm cocoon of our vehicle and enter their school. These tiny humans that have been gifted to me to care for and love and to make into the best adults they can possibly be. They will face academic challenges and the influence of their peers. They will have the opportunity to be good and kind friends to others, and also to potentially be bullied or treated poorly by a classmate. In light of recent events, they could even face the danger and ridiculous horror of a shooting at their school. This. This makes me want to puke.¬†This breaks my heart just to think of them not feeling safe and secure and protected. The thought of them being hurt, emotionally or physically completely turns me inside out and into a crazy, over-protective mama bear. It makes me want to put them in a bubble. Which is so completely silly, but also so true.

There is the balance of letting them go though too. Of growing up. Of fighting their own battles. Of building their own strength of character. They may be the one to defend another friend from a bully. They may be the one to be a positive influence on a friend. This is necessary and I know it. So, each morning, the drop off is bittersweet. I say prayers. Deep, unrelenting prayers for safety and security and protection from any kind of harm. There is much work to be done to fix the issues we have in this country. Because killing people is never okay. I do not want to gloss over that part but I also don’t have the brain space to tackle it here. I just know that in the darkness, there is light. Beautiful light.

Bravery found me last year when I learned of my impending need for open heart surgery to replace my pulmonary valve. There was a period of a few weeks where I really, honestly focused way too much on the very tiny chance there was that I could die during this surgery. It suffocated me, and stayed with me at all times like a storm cloud hanging over my head. Invisible but dark and filled with dread. Impending doom. It woke me up in the middle of the night and it wouldn’t allow me fall back to sleep. Fear. Panic. I was not ready to leave this Earth or my children. I tried to focus on the other 98%. The chances of making it through surgery, which let’s face it, are pretty amazing odds in my favor. But for a short window of time, I could only focus on the two percent.

I finally had a huge, soul-baring prayer where I just gave The Whole Thing to God. My life. The surgery. My helplessness. My fears. My whole self. I gave it to Him and let Him take care of it. It was the most freeing moment of my life. The weeks that followed were so, so good. I felt confident, calm, and completely at peace with the procedure and with everything.

I dusted off my Bravery again last week when I resigned from my position after over 18 years. It is the most empowering feeling when you decide to be brave. We are made to be brave. We are made to be courageous. I truly believe that and I’m living proof. I took a leap of faith. I didn’t have another job lined up. I just knew that God blessed me with specific talents and skills and I needed to start using them in my profession on a daily basis. Once you know what you love to do, you have to follow that passion and say Yes to yourself. To happiness. To following your dreams. To being your best self.

Today, I just want to encourage you to be brave. Take the leap. Find the strength. Ask for it. Be courageous. Follow your dreams. If I have learned anything over this past year, it is that we only get one life. Say yes to yourself. Be your best self. Be the light. This is it, friends!

P.S. I actually feel a lot like Merida from the Disney Movie Brave. I even quoted her last Friday to my dear family and said “I’m going to change my fate” in a terrible Scottish accent. It was funny. But I was also serious!



Kringler is a Scandinavian pastry and is, hands down, my all time favorite thing in the whole wide world. It holds deep childhood memories for me, as it was a tradition for my own dear mom to grace us with this delightful confection on Christmas morning. My grandma made it for my mom, and my great-grandmother made it for my grandma. I’m not exactly sure where the legacy begins. I just know I love it and never want it to end. So, I continue the legacy with my sweet family. Kringler also contains the very same almond extract that always makes my heart go pitter-patter. Oh almond extract! Divine.  Delightful. And did I mention that it’s IN the Kringler? AND in the frosting? Be still, my beating heart. Without further ado, I introduce you to the renowned and glorious Kringler.


Read through all directions before beginning, as there are three parts to the process.

But don’t be afraid.  It’s all very basic.  And DIVINE.


Part 1

1 cup Flour
1/2 cup Butter, softened
1 Tbsp Water

Mix above ingredients like a pie crust. Divide in half and pat onto cookie sheet in two long strips, roughly 3×14 inches.

Part 2

1 cup Water
1/2 cup Butter
1 cup Flour
3 Eggs
1/2 tsp Almond Extract

Place water and butter in saucepan. Heat to boiling, remove from stove. Add flour and stir until smooth. Beat in 3 eggs, 1 at a time, until smooth. Add almond extract. Divide and spread over crusts.

Bake for 45 minutes at 350 degrees.  Cool.


2 cups Powdered Sugar
2 Tbsp Cream
2 Tbsp Butter, softened
1 tsp. Almond Extract

Add frosting ingredients together and beat until smooth and spreadable.  (I use my KitchenAid mixer here.)

Divide in half and frost Kringler once Kringler has cooled.  Slice cross-wise into small rectangles.  Enjoy!

I like to enlist my husband to help with the mixing in of the eggs (one at a time) portion.  It gives him the satisfaction of helping and saves my arm from the heavy stirring.

I have also used milk when I did not have any cream and it works just fine for the frosting.

I invite you to try this recipe and add it to your Christmas morning tradition. Your family will thank you!

P.S.  If you are an almond extract junkie like me, you should also check out these Almond Meltaway Cookies.