Gluten-Free Double Chocolate Pancakes |Guest Post From Queen of Quinoa!

You guys! Today we’re having a guest in the house (should we do some raise the roof moves? I think that sounds right)! Our guest today is Alyssa and she blogs over at Queen of Quinoa. I’ve been crushing on her blog since I started this little space of my own. As her name suggests, she is a royal wizard when it comes to putting quinoa in everything and anything. For example, today she’s dishing us up DOUBLE chocolate pancakes with some sneaky quinoa inside. Love it. Just look at that stack of hotcakes and tell me you don’t want to face plant all up in there. Should we let the face-planting commence? I think so. Thanks for hanging out, Alyssa!! 

double-chocolate-quinoa-pancakesHi guys! I’m Alyssa from Queen of Quinoa and I’m thrilled to be here today sharing a brand new quinoa recipe with you!

This may sound weird/creepy, but Gina and I first met (just a couple of months ago) on Facebook. We have a few mutual food blogging friends, and I definitely creeped on her FB page and all over her blog, but we had never formally “met”. And while we live on opposite sides of the country, as soon as we started chatting, it clicked. It’s amazing how easy the conversation is when you talk to like-minded people. Continue reading

Fig & Dark Chocolate Scones {Gluten Free & Paleo}

Fig & Dark Chocolate Scones {Gluten Free & Paleo} | So...Let's Hang Out

For most of my life, I thought Figs were a mythical kind of fruit. You know, like the fruit equivalent to a Pegasus or a Griffin.

To be fair, I never actually saw a whole fig in the flesh until my adult life. I had two fig references in my wheelhouse:

1) Fig Newtons: A delightful snacking cookie. I thought the person who made these cookies was named Mr. Fig Newton. I once asked my Grandfather what the filling was inside these cookies, to which he replied “something prunes.” As you can imagine, this threw me off the scent. As far as I was concerned Mr. Fig Newton was sitting in his house baking cookies filled with “something prunes.” I asked no questions.

2) Christmas Caroling: You know those lyrics in We Wish You A Merry Christmas? There is a whole verse where we demand something called “figgy pudding.” In my mind this sounded totally gross, and I didn’t ask questions. I assumed this so-called pudding was probably mushy, stinky, and something from tales of yore. I had visions of people clad in bonnets and bodices scooping chunks of wobbly pudding out into the hands of Christmas carolers. Whatever this stuff was, it was for sure old timey, as I’d never heard of it in my modern world. What ancient sorcery was this?  I don’t know. Maybe it was “something prunes.” Probably “something prunes.” Continue reading

Papaya Sunrise Green Smoothie

Papaya Sunrise Green Smoothie | So...Let's Hang OutI officially don’t own flip flops.

This is a big deal. I live in California. It’s like a state requirement. At any moment the California police are probably going to walk into my house and take me away. I’ll be forced to explain to them that it’s not my fault that I am wearing shoes and socks in 90 degree heat. I will sell out the dog and explain that she has officially chewed up every pair of (expensive) flip flops that I own.  They will arrest both of us. We will end up in the same Women’s Correctional Facility. Emma will make my life hell and I will be labeled a “snitch” for ratting her out. She will chew up all of my bath slippers and I will be forced to shower without flip flops. I hear that’s a no go in prison. I’ve clearly been watching too much Orange is the New Black. Like, whoa. Prison tangent. Normal for a Tuesday.

My point is (if there is one), it totally sucks to wake up on a Monday morning and discover that both your Reef sandals and your husbands Rainbow sandals have been reduced to leathery spit balls. At the rate we are going, I will be shoeless by August. I will be relegated to digging in my closet to find the one pair of forgotten shoes that I can strap onto my feet. Is it going to be my ugg-style cat boots (highly misguided fashion choice) or will it be the slightly furry Birkenstock clogs that I obtained for free by Christmas caroling at the Birkenstock factory in 2001? Both choices sound pretty solid. Help.

One day, in my teaching years, I found myself wearing the aforementioned Birkenstock clogs to class. I was informed by a six year old that it looked like I was wearing a couple of sea otters on my feet. I think I replied with a simple, “They are.”  Gotta keep ‘em guessing. Continue reading

Leek and Asparagus Quiche With Almond Meal Crust

Leek and Asparagus Quiche With Almond Meal Crust | Gluten Free // So...Let's Hang Out

What have I always said is the most important thing?

Wait… did you say bears? You probably said bears. Nope. It’s breakfast (tied with bears). So, maybe I really miss Arrested Development already. Did you have a chance to watch the entire fourth season? We knocked that out in a couple of days. Now I want more and immediately would be best. Leek and Asparagus Quiche With Almond Meal Crust | Gluten Free // So...Let's Hang Out

We totally don’t have more episodes, but we DO have a recipe for breakfast. Important. I wish we had a recipe for brunch with bears. I could totally share my eggs with a couple of Grizzlies. I guess this is called “camping”, and the bears are usually discourteous party-crashers that would love to snack on your femurs with club sauce. Real. This daydream just got 100% more terrifying. Moving on… Continue reading

Double Dark Chocolate Gluten-Free Zucchini Bread

Double Dark Chocolate Zucchini Bread | Gluten Free // So...Let's Hang Out

Sometimes you need chocolate, and you need that chocolate exactly NOW.

Yesterday, that chocolate monster was me. It was probably a red flag when I got onto Twitter in the afternoon and tweeted awkwardly about how badly I wanted a milkshake. Actually, I’m pretty sure I phrased it “The things I would do for a milkshake right about now…” or something to that effect. You shouldn’t tweet things like that. It invites people to send you weirdly inappropriate messages questioning just how far you really would go for that milkshake. It then makes you realize all of the things you WOULDN’T do for a milkshake. There are lots of things I absolutely WOULD NOT DO for a milkshake. Ever. That list is long! I mean, I really like milkshakes, but a girl has standards!

After deciding it would be the best of moves to get off of the internet promptly, I started to dream about a hunk of dark baking chocolate I had in my pantry. I walked over to the pantry and held it in my hands. I unwrapped the corners and thought seriously about just digging in. No one would know. I was alone. No. No, Gina. Have some self control. We will bake something. Get the corner of that pound of baking chocolate out of your mouth. Be a lady. My conscience can be a real downer.

After some consideration, I decided that we should take some zucchini bread and make it chocolate-y. Oh, and then throw some coarsely chopped dark chocolate in the batter to create pockets of melt-y pure-chocolate goodness. YES!!! Continue reading

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