I need to talk about muesli but I also need to talk about the hurricane. This will be long, I warn you. A post of dual intentions: the pleasure of an unbaked blend of oats, almonds, pretzels, flaky coconut & sweet golden raisins for someone who always chars granola, and the storm that shoved & jostled the same outside world I viewed while mixing the cereal. After the hurricane, I have a home, and the ability to enjoy the muesli. How thankful I am for both. Continue reading “muesli with coconut chips, pretzels + golden raisins”
Every time I plan a “luxurious” day-off breakfast for myself, the day of I abandon the notion entirely and prep some old reliable staple: a bowl of yogurt, warmed oatmeal, a frothy smoothie or a crisp peanut butter-slathered toast, as opposed to the stack of pancakes or maple-ribboned french toast I envision. I guess that points to my overall simplistic mindset, my fixation with routine, familiarity – a crutch sometimes but a comfort most. Occasionally, I gently lean against normality. I twist the juice out of the rinds until something a bit more imaginative comes up. Cue this, a bite of tangy citrus grated and squeezed into a normal day-to-day oat bowl. “Luxurious” enough. Certainly fulfilling enough. Continue reading “oats with mandarin, yogurt, blueberries & dark chocolate”
Something about it. About streetlights at night undulating like dancers across my windshield. Radio up, voice raised, rattle and hum of engine, crunch of gravel undertire – the chains are loose and the iron bars split to shards. My hair is wild and my eyes are glittering and my heart is suddenly nocturnal. A stellar case of paradox. Me, a diurnal creature, amicably shaking hands with the stars. I feel like young should feel. I feel like peace should feel. I feel, undoubtedly, how I should feel. Continue reading “coffee break | brown butter eggnog scones”
When I’m quiet on Venturing East, it means my life has been everything but silent. Usually, too, anything but calm. I can chalk up my lack of writing to sheer busyness, but that is a veil tossed over a more tumultuous catalyst. Continue reading “Jumbo Spiced Pumpkin & White Chocolate Yogurt Muffins + Pumpkin Cream Cheese”
Pride. A word of many denotations. Merriam-Webster cites three (four, if you count a pack of lions as one definition). Though a negative light oft gleams over its place in the dictionary, a swell of pride in oneself cements feelings of self-worth, something from which a good many of us can benefit. Myself included.
Continue reading “Lavender + Dark Chocolate Chip Coconut Oil Cookies”
I am hardly a poet. I am too clumsy with rhyme schemes and too impatient for iambic pentameter. Baking is a poetry I’m okay with pursuing. I can mess up. I can crisp everything black and watch it crumble beneath my fork into wispy ashes. Words, I do not like to burn. Poetry is one thing I leave to the masters. Continue reading “Prep + Poetry | Quick & Sweet Rum Butter Pecan Egg Tartlets”
Summer is pulling on its boots and making for the front door. It’s gone quickly. I remember the hours before landing in Florida from Sweden, where the temperature was comfortable at 60 degrees and I dreaded the drench of humidity to come. But upon landing I immediately felt reintegrated. Continue reading “Salted Chocolate Doughnuts & Orange Earl Grey Buttercream”
Today involved a checklist of adult responsibilities, ticked off, followed by time for creating and baking, a few hours in which I relished the childlike pleasure of getting my hands dirty.
Life’s endless responsibilities pile up like that laundry I’ve neglected in my drier for nearly a week, yet still I manage to sweep aside time to bake – this time, for The Citrus Menu. Continue reading “Glazed Lemon-Blueberry Scones”
Continuing with recipes inspired by what I believe Bilbo would keep in his larders for unexpected parties of dwarves. Continue reading “The Hobbit Menu | Summer Berry Loaf Cake”