When it comes to Martha Stewart recipes, I have, quite honestly, had a mixed bag of results. Years ago, there was an Upside Down Cranberry Cake that graced the cover of her Everyday Food magazine. It was gorgeous and I made plans for it to be the star of a Thanksgiving meal, but luckily I took it for a test run first. I made the recipe … twice … and both times were epic failures. It was then that I started to tread lightly with her recipes.
So earlier this week, when Beth recommended Martha Stewart’s New York Crumb Cake, I made it because I trust Beth in the kitchen. Not because Martha’s name was attached to it. I made it in spite of that. Beth had recently made FOUR of those cakes to take to her very lucky office, and it fit the bill for a catering need I had. A lot of Martha’s recipes, particularly the baking ones, tend to be exhaustively long and very detail-oriented. This is awesome if you don’t have a bustling household full of activity and you have some quiet time to concentrate on not mucking it up. That doesn’t happen to be the case very often here. So imagine my surprise when I saw how easy this Crumb Cake recipe was.
Simple. Fail-safe. And downright delicious. I don’t happen to like crumb cake, but those that do, loved it. I find it’s much safer to make sweets I don’t like. Less temptation. I made one of my favorite cookies this week too, and I just sent the last of them next door because if they sit here any longer, I might eat more than the three I had. While I indulge a sweet tooth every now and again, I don’t want to undo my hard work.
So, here we are. A great recipe for you to make if you like Crumb Cake. Or if you know someone who does. Gift it. Share it. And keep this one for the upcoming holiday season. You’ll be glad you did.
Objects in this picture may be pinker than they appear. Madeline got her winter coat today (as did Nick). I tried really hard to convince her to get a different one. Something that wasn’t so, um, Pepto Bismol pink. But she was having none of it. Not the deep chocolate brown one with the bright pink lining. Not the darker pink one with the fur hood. Not the purple plaid one. She did, for a brief moment, toy with getting the faux leopard-spotted one, but thank goodness they didn’t have her size. Folks, we have reached a crossroads. The point in time where my daughter will no longer let me choose her clothing. I expected this. Really I did. Just not before she hit three years old.
I’m down with different Oreos. Seriously. I have no problem with it. I like the chocolate-filled ones actually better than the regular ones. I like the mint-filled ones and purposely don’t buy them because of that. But these red-filled ones for Winter? Really? I’m certain a line has been crossed somewhere.
It does not take much to make this child happy. As soon as we are near Target, the earnest requests for Icees begin. She gets that from her brother. Along with the apparent need to mix the pink and blue flavors together. Ick.
And before you leave me for the weekend, one programming note… I did a review on Pop-Tarts over on The Voice of Mom and one lucky reader has the chance to win a $100 Visa gift card, courtesy of the fine folks at BlogHer. Go on, check it out and comment. Good luck!…