Have I taken it too far? I have put strawberries in very close proximity to your sausage and your caramelized onions. We have a bit of a sweet and savory situation.
You are either shaking your head at me and wondering things like “Why do they allow her to have a food blog?” OR you are intrigued. Thank you for your adventurous palate and inquisitive spirit, Friend. I dig you. Plus, is it really that crazy? I’ve seen crazier. I’ve made crazier. This afternoon I ate smoked salmon and blueberries together. Crazier.
I have always been a fan of the sweet and the salty together. My husband and I like to make a meal that we simply call “Sweet and Savory Toast”. This is not so much a meal as it is us, taking two slices of bread, toasting them, putting something like ham on one half and something like PB&J on the other half and eating them in quick succession. I am the kind of gal that would not shy away from putting bacon into your chocolate chip cookies. It just sounds good to me. I like sea salt on my chocolate. I know you do too, be straight with me. There is something about the salt that brings out the sweet, and vice versa. Continue reading →
Hello, Spring. You snuck up on me. I think I blinked and you showed up with your blue skies and your green hills and your different shades of wildflowers. I am totally not complaining. Look at the glorious view from our hike this weekend. It feels nice to have sunshine on my pale and wintered shoulders. Thank you for the tan lines. I can now pass as someone who spends time outside. I no longer look like that kid from The Secret Garden who was not allowed to leave his room. Cheers. You’re a good friend. Continue reading →
I am in the weeds, Friends. I will admit this to you wholeheartedly. I am truly behind. My kitchen has taken a backseat to life lately. Surely you understand this. I can’t be the only one who gets overwhelmed by life and ends up drinking one kind of smoothie, slapping ham on toast and eating handfuls of spinach straight out of the bag. This is a thing right? Besides baking different variations of this bread to cart off to my family, I have not exactly flexed the muscles in my food brain. It’s losing muscle mass. It’s sitting there in a smoothie rut. Flabby. We can’t have this, right? Let’s tell my food brain to wake up and go for a walk.
On Tuesday morning this is exactly what I did. I sprung out of bed and decided it was time to create something that was not toast. Also, my husband had been not so subtly hinting for a couple of weeks that he would be utterly thrilled if I would replenish the granola stash. While we were grocery shopping he decided he might get some sort of sugary cereal, I told him I didn’t like his moves, he told me that if I made granola he wouldn’t even be considering it. Touche. Point taken. There was also a week where the empty granola canister kept appearing on the counter magically as if to say “GRANOLA! NOW!” I am not sure how it got there. I did not put it there. I don’t think the cat or the dog have the dexterity to grab the canister from out of the pantry and place it on the counter. This only leaves one human. I am not going to point fingers, but I will give you a hint…I am married to him. Continue reading →
I am trying to take a tip from this cheetah in stunner shades. It’s just not always that easy.
Let me just give you a quick recap of my Monday:
Wake up. The water heater is leaking. Husband takes car in to be serviced. I decide to do laundry. The laundry machine fails to work and starts beeping. It shuts down and locks our bed-sheets inside. The guy comes to fix the water heater. The dog and the cat decide this is a great moment to start fighting. This is not the normal cat hits dog in face and dog gets annoyed, but rather the cartoon-y dust cloud kind of ruckus I try to break it up. Chaos. It doesn’t work. I decide to let them hash it out and try to liberate my bed sheets from the locked up washing machine. I press a lot of buttons. I shake it a little. I finally get it to start going again. I go into the kitchen to wash some dishes and promptly realize that the water has been shut off due to the water heater situation.
You guys have probably figured this out by now. I can put it in a salad, I will sprinkle it on your donuts, and I will most certainly use it to make nutella. There is simply no shame in my game.
However, I have not publicly declared my love for pineapple. This is a love that runs deep through my Hawaiian veins. It is some serious affection. I will eat it until the acid makes my tongue start to burn.I have vivid memories of sitting with my Papa in his kitchen and having him sprinkle salt on pieces of freshly cut pineapple, and then, as he would say, “we went eat it up.” He is a good eating partner. I remember being small and always placing myself strategically near him if he was eating something like poi with dried shrimp or was cutting up a fresh tuna into sashimi. I am no fool. I would bat my big eyes, reach out my chubby kid hands, and a piece of fresh sashimi always seemed to land in my finger tips. I knew how to work that glorious system. Honestly, I think he just loves to share the things that he loves with me. It was a source of pride for him to see his tiny granddaughter developing a serious taste for all of the flavors he had grown up with on the islands. Continue reading →