This is my view every morning from my newly remodeled kitchen. I could never get tired of looking at the woods from my window, just amazinly beautiful. The footprints you see are from our eleven year old golden retreiver.
These pretty little things are called conchas, another words, mexican sweet bread. I grew up being able to eat these yummy treats whenever I wanted them when I lived out in California. Yes, there are some negatives to living in upstate New York. I do not have the luxury to be able to buy freshly baked pan dulce whenever that craving hits me. This year I decided to Google the recipe and found several. I even went out to the store to buy my first food processer. I have good news and bad news, the pink topping came out perfectly. The dough did not rise for some reason, and did not taste like it should have. However, they still smelled and tasted wonderful, and I am determined to perfect the recipe! In my family growing up, Christmas morning we always ate tamales for breakfast, and oh how I miss that so much... My mom made the best tamales ever, thank you mom for all the time, energy and love you put into each and every tamale you made year after year. To those of you who know the production line and process that goes into these, I tip my hat and bow to you. What I would give to taste these wonderful tamals! Maybe one day I'll dare to step up to the plate... Anyway, Happy New Year everyone and may you be blessed and may you create all dreams that live in your heart.