You have to try this!
I don’t usually start posts like this, but I had to get right to the point. Which is make this!
Now, I’m not a food blogger, but I do consider myself a chocolate chip cookie connoisseur. I also consider myself pretty professional at pinning pretty things that I want to try (and, almost always never do).
Well, lately, I ‘ve been noticing a pattern in some of my pins. A good number of them included iron skillets. Some meal recipes, but mostly desserts (have I told you I have a sweet tooth, or more specifically a chocolate tooth?). The other pattern is that I tend to pin and then not make or DIY what I want to try. Well, I decided it was high time I purchased an iron skillet and put some of my pins to the test.
You’ve heard of “Pinterest Fail,” right? Well . . . this iron skillet chocolate chip recipe was more like a super success!
So, do you make smoothies? It seems like everyone is slurping down some kind of smoothie these days. There are so many to try, and I do, but mostly I keep coming back to this one. Ideally, I like to try have this every morning for breakfast (at least on week days). Some days, however, I crave something warm (like oatmeal) and in turn whizz this up for a power packed lunch, and it’s a great afternoon pick me up.
Here is what’s in my power packed smoothie . . . .
Are you in full swing planning for the fourth? I tend to take the path of tradition and always make the same thing, with a wish to try new things. I tend to over complicate. Can you relate? That only leaves me leaning on my old stand bys. So, I figured simple is the secret to branching out. So I’m sharing four treats to try for the fourth of July.
The other week, I happened to see these donut ice cream sandwiches floating around instagram. I instantly put them on my summer list, which I should confess is just a noted freeze frame in the brain. Anyhow, I figured the 4th of July might be the perfect time to try these breakfast desert creations! I once saw, my most favorite, Nigella, scoop out two generous portions of coffee gelato and squidge them between two brioche buns and proceed to eat it like a burger. A little odd, but mostly intriguing. And, she says it’s done this way in Italy, so there’s that. Thank you Paper Stich Blog for this crazy good looking idea. I’m sure I’ll have more thanks, after I give it a try.
Keep reading for 3 more treats you’ll want to try for the 4th of July . . .
i had a blog post, almost (on books). and, then school was cancelled, again (brrrr). so, instead of words, i give you a recipe. a recipe for shredded slow cooker beef tacos to be exact. the kind of cooking that is great for slowed down snow days or days so fast you can’t find time to cook.
this is a post about toast. toast and friendship, really. friendship and comfort and care, to be exact.
i’ve always been a toast girl (when it comes to carbs, it has nothing to do with pasta, for me, and everything to do with the bread – and, yes, ok, french fries. so french fries and french bread and we are all good). my early memories of toast entail my young and beautiful mother ever so carefully concocting a magic mixture of cinnamon and sugar and sprinkling it, like fairy dust, out of a tiny glass teddy bear onto warm buttered toast. i think the taste of love and care was always stronger than the sweet cinnamon and sugar. while making toast is a small task, i always felt cinnamon toast on a school day to be a grand gesture. to this day, my, still gorgeous, mom turned grandma makes the same cinnamon sugar toast every tuesday for my littles. i think nigel slater said it best when he said, “it is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.”
my other young memory of toast is with my grandma hilda. i can’t quite pinpoint exacts, but i know she always made toast and cheese. not grilled cheese. not toasted cheese. toast and cheese. a piece of toast in the toaster, spread with butter and than topped with slices of cheddar cheese. when i am at my worst and feeling in a very bad way, the only thing i ever want to eat is toast and cheese with a cup of tea. i think the ritual of making toast and cheese, along with the aromatic memory, comforts and sustains me more than the food itself. many a days, over the past few years, i’ve only been able to manage toast and cheese and tea. it wasn’t just food for the stomach, it was food for the heart. toast toasting and my grandmas wise words, suddenly, dancing around in my head. with each bite, i chewed on a bit of wisdom. warm substance for my soul all from a piece of toast. the last time i was at my grandma’s house, she made me a piece of raisin toast with cheese. i had forgotten about that combination. but now, whenever i make my cheese toast with cinnamon raisin bread, i’ll be instantly transported to my grandma’s kitchen in colorado. standing there with my sister, eyes darting back and forth between the beauty of the majestic un-moveable mountains to the beauty of a 5’1″ warrior of woman who’s story and strength are just as un-moveable and majestic to me.