I’m having a hard time writing this post without hearing Tina Fey saying “Uhlaskuh” in my head. Nevertheless, the aforementioned dessert is so fantastic that I will bravely forge ahead. I don’t remember when I first started making Baked Alaska. I do know that it was pre-egg allergy in the family,
It’s official. It’s fall. I know, I know. I’m supposed to embrace this change. I should get out my favorite sweater, go apple picking, and buy a pumpkin. I don’t want to. Instead, I want to invite summer to stay a while longer. I want to thumb my nose at Mother Nature. I want her to understand in no uncertain terms that she can keep her beautiful foliage if I can keep my tomato patch a while longer.