Crustless Kale & Feta Quiche With Greek Yogurt

Crustless Kale & Feta Quiche With Greek Yogurt | So... Let's Hang Out

I am back. I can breathe out of my nose. It basically feels like the first day of spring. I want to click my heels and dance with my hands waving in the air. I want to do jumping jacks.  I want to bake cookies. I want to do anything that is not struggling to breathe while lying on a couch and watching terrible daytime programming. I want to eat anything but chicken soup. If I eat anymore chicken soup, I fear I will actually transform into a chicken. This would make my cooking/blogging life difficult. Wings don’t have thumbs, making it very hard to type and even harder to lift things like pots or baking sheets.

Enough of that. I haven’t left the house for more than ten minutes at a time in the last six days. Forgive all preposterous declarations of what life would be like if I was indeed a blogging chicken. It would be hard, that’s all I am sayin’.  Also, I would probably not make you things like quiche. Chickens don’t eat quiche. Aren’t you happy I am not a chicken? Continue reading

Totally Loaded Oatmeal Cookies | Gluten Free

Totally Loaded Oatmeal Cookies | Gluten Free // So...Let's Hang Out

Let me start off this post by openly acknowledging I’m a hot mess.

My desk is usually a sea of papers. Most of these papers are recipes either printed out or crudely scrawled with a sharpie onto the backs of envelopes or pieces of junk mail (you never know when inspiration will strike, right?). There are composition books filled with ideas and more than likely at least four drawings of polar bears in pant suits. I am constantly cleaning up the mess and thinning down the horde, but it always seems to come right on back. I will call this my process. It’s a messy process, but it gets you Cheesy Cauliflower Bakes and Peppermint Patty Brownies. I vow to myself at least once a week to get it together and type my recipes directly into a very organized folder on my desktop. This doesn’t happen. It’s not as much fun. It’s so much harder to doodle cupcakes and pandas in the margins of the page of a Word document. It’s all part of my flow.

This morning, I woke up hell-bent on sharing this cookie recipe with you. I’ve been sitting on it for a few weeks and I figured it was just time. Fridays are the time to start dreaming about chewy-gooey cookies. It’s a fact. Continue reading

Pear, Pecorino & Chard Tartlets | Gluten Free

Pear, Pecorino & Chard Tartlets | Gluten Free // So...Let's Hang Out

One of my favorite birthday gifts this year was Aran Goyaga’s cookbook Small Plates and Sweet Treats. Aran is the beautiful mastermind of the food blog  Cannelle et Vanille. It’s so gorgeous I can’t even handle it. Every single one of her photographs makes me want to jump into them, taste the food, and experience the lovely warm and bright atmosphere that she creates. She makes gluten-free food look decadent and chic. Can you tell I love her? Yes. I do. Gush, gush, gush.  She is major.

One of the recipes in the book that caught my eye immediately was her Swiss Chard, Pear & Gruyere Tart. However, true to form, I did not have a lot of what the recipe called for. My fancy gluten-free flour supply was rather low, but I did have almond meal.  I scoured the pantry and my fridge looking for other things that could make it work! You can’t stop a girl on a mission to make a tart. It’s just not possible. Continue reading

Kale & Brussels Sprout Caesar Salad

Kale & Brussels Sprout Caesar Salad | So... Lets Hang Out

Here a short list of things that come to mind upon hearing the name “Caesar”:

1) Did I spell that correctly? Why does the A come before the E. Freaks me out every time.

2) I went to Waldorf elementary school. Our teacher was a wild story-teller. All of our history lessons would be told to us in magical life-like stories, and for this reason I remember most of what I learned there to this day. I still vividly remember him acting out Julius Caesar’s assassination and colorfully exclaiming “Et tu, Brute?” For this reason, when I am offered a Caesar salad, I find myself mumbling “Et tu, Brute?” to myself. Nope. Not awkward at all.  I might have also said that to a waiter once upon receiving my Caesar salad. He didn’t get it. Tough room.

3) Haircuts. Julius Caesar is depicted in many a statuette and paintings sporting a look that would later be brought back by the lead singer of the Backstreet Boys. Everybody…Rock your body.  Don’t believe me? Just google image search”Julius Caesar” and then google image search “Lead singer of the Backstreet Boys”.  BAM. Trendsetter. Continue reading

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