Pancakes were always a special treat growing up. The weekend would come, and my mom would bust out a griddle and and a box of Bisquick to make us all banana pancakes. Her knack for getting the pancakes to have those delectable crispy edges is unparalleled. I still don’t quite understand it. I’m just going to chalk it up to Mom having a sort of kitchen magic. I really hope that when I have kids I inherit this perfect-every-time-crispy-flapjack trait. It seems like one that would be useful. I also hope to inherit the I’m-looking-at-you-in-a-certain-way-and-now-you-should-probably-be-scared trait. Very effective in those times when your child (me) won’t stop asking you to make snow cones in January (I did have one of these…so….) while you’re (my mom) on a business call. This look will halt the snow cone whining. Stat. […]
It’s been three weeks since my oven broke. It’s still broken. There’s this whole commotion about a broken computer piece and if they make the replacements for my particular oven model anymore. It’s resulted in a very confused elderly land lady, and a slightly frustrated food blogging tenant (that’s me).
It’s not like I can’t cook ANYTHING. I have a working stove top, a couple of crock pots, a pressure cooker, a deep fryer, and a dehydrator. But, since I know my oven is broken it only makes me want to use it more. Go figure, right? I’ve found myself lamenting over whole roasted chicken with crispy chicken skin, crispy Brussels sprouts, cookies and scones. I feel slightly incapacitated. How can the girl who makes food for a living not have a functioning oven? I was trying to make analogies and all I could come up with was it feels like I am a concert pianist with lobster claws instead of hands. This metaphor might lean towards the dramatic. […]
I’m going to ignore the fact that both Halloween and Thanksgiving have passed and try to shove more PUMPKIN down your throat. Sure, we’ve already mixed pumpkin and chocolate together — but not into a CINNAMON ROLL. Believe me, this is going to be good.
I know that typically after Thanksgiving has ended we launch straight into everything peppermint and holiday — so, I’m going to rebel a little (shocking, I know). I’m shoving pumpkin butter into some cinnamon rolls. I’m slathering them with chocolate glaze. I’m sprinkling the tops with sea salt. These feel like the holidays to me. I could totally eat one of these while snuggling by the fire with a cup of tea. Actually, that’s exactly what I did. Oh, and then I ate one straight out of the refrigerator later that night. Turns out they are good cold too. Just had to check. Sometimes I use my blog as an excuse to professionally late-night-snack. It’s slightly shameless. […]
It’s Wednesday. It’s totally time to TREAT YO’ SELF.
We’ve been keeping things pretty savory lately with Soy & Ginger Crock Pot Ribs and Tomato & Coconut Chicken Curry. There’s been oodles of zoodles. Some with peanut sauce. Some with pesto and roasted tomatoes. And while we can probably all agree that savory flavors are their own treat, I think we deserve something sweet. That rhymed. I feel like a culinary Dr. Seuss. Plum Galettes here and there, Plum Galettes everywhere. Do you like my hat? I do not like your hat. Goodbye. Okay… did I lose you? I read a lot of Dr. Seuss as a kid.
But, back to treats. I’m here to help. I’m bringing you a recipe for some hot n’ sassy plums nestled all comfy-like in a butter-laced almond meal crust. Oh, and I’m totally giving away a copy of the book that inspired this fine creation. See? Treat. Yo. Self. […]