Recipes

Chocolate, espresso, strawberries and whipped cream. Music to my ears, and some of the most delectable words in the dessert lexicon...

So, I would like to comment on the flood (OK, more a drizzle than a flood) of remarks I got from last week’s rustic cheddar and apple pie...

  Boy howdy, am I excited for some pan dowdy...

And just like that, it’s legal to wear white pants again. Memorial Day has come and gone, and now starts my bevy of freshberry and no-bake desserts. Of course, it is also shorts season, so perhaps I will break out some low-fat, low-sugar, help-the-cellulite-...

The gluten-free recipe is finally here. I know you were on the edge of your seats with my empty promises time and time again. But ta da! Gluten-Free Chocolate Fudge Brownies...

It's hot as Hades up in here, and I must say, bring it on! I’m in the air conditioning, of course, but bring it...

Well, my coffee dessert from last week was so delicious, I am breaking out another one this week. Please know this isn’t the Dessert Diva patting herself on the back (although I am flexible). This comes directly from you, my Boulder Weekly readers. The sweet ...

 As if I really need to tell you, but here it goes ... this week’s treat will be delicious...

Turn off your ovens, people. The temperature is hot, and so are my desserts (yes, I complimented myself, whatever). Not this recipe, though. I’m saving on your electricity bill and making your life sweet all at the same time. No-Bake Chocolate Oatmeal Bars are a hot ...

Oh Spring, you are such a tease. Warm one day, snowing the next. Almost as bad as those pesky hollow bunnies this time of year. You know that feeling: you get your taste buds prepared for a delicious mouth full of chocolate, only to have your teeth clamp together ...

  Well April, so far you’ve been good to me. No record-setting snow storm to hinder my dessert deliveries, because yes, I am one of those. I don’t “do” snow. Drive too far in it, that is...

June, where in the H-E-double-hockey-sticks did you go? You took so long to grace us with your presence, then, just like that, you disappeared faster than a bottle of whiskey at Charlie Sheen’s breakfast table...