I’ve been listening to Halo by Beyonce lately because of that part in Girls where Hannah does the dance from the video. I’ve been sleeping in as late as possible before work. I’ve paid too much attention to my snooze button. I’ve worn hot pink pants, and called my mom because I miss her. And I’ve made you guys this cornbread. I sprinkled it with giant sweet blueberries* and crumbled goat cheese. I’ve eaten it for…
I want my whole world to be the color of strawberry sorbet. I’d like to match it to the paint sample of my life. OH! I made a total of 4 recipes for this feature. Click here and here for the first two posts. Check back for the last recipe next week! (This just might be the recipe I was most excited to show you!) Let’s make these components, assemble, and freeze! We’ll have them handy for…
My sister Laura visited this weekend. We bought blueberries at Eastern Market with this tart in mind. We assembled it between backyard beers and impromptu pizza eating. This is a casual tart. It always wears jeans, and never goes in the oven. P.S. I’ve made this tart before strawberry-style. I hadn’t thought of putting blubeberries and goat cheese together until Cindy mentioned these awesome hand pies she made. OMG. She knows things. Blueberry Goat Cheese Tart…
I made a cake for Easter. I made a cake and I messed it up. I put room temperature butter in at the beginning instead of melted butter at the end. The batter looked like cookie dough and baked up all flat-like. I mean, it wasn’t gross, but it was ugly. There was even a point where I was standing there looking blankly out the window holding half of one of the flat layers in…
I feel weird seeing someone I know at the gym. I’m not a gym-hottie. I’m more of a sweaty betty. It’s funny, though, to wave at that someone-you-know after you tried to pretend you didn’t see them after they pretended to not see you. But it’s totally ok to twinkly-finger wave at them as they leave and you’re climbing a mountain via treadmill. However, it’s not awkward to top everything with a crumbly topping. It’s…
Jake makes dinner most nights during the week. Mondays are my night. Generally, on my night, I’d rather nap and then go out for pizza. I’d rather sit in a tall booth with Third Eye Blind playing. This last week I felt super motivated somehow! I made Tracy’s Vietnamese Noodle Salad (but with peanut-crusted chicken instead of tofu). I went to the grocery store on my lunch break and then again after work because I’m a…
I live for breakfast on the weekend. Sipping coffee with pancakes on the griddle makes everything better. (Except, I don’t have a griddle; I have a frying pan. And sometimes the pancakes run into each other, and then they look like snowmen.) Do you like my pancakes with their blueberry syrup make-over? Is it too much? No way, these pancakes can totally pull off the bright syrup look. And honestly, there’s no such thing as…
Sometimes I have extra berries, gettin’ all up in my business. Sometimes I wear outfits that match my sorbet. Sometimes I take photos of frozen goodness at lunch. Sometimes white chocolate tastes best with berries. Sometimes white chocolate tastes best as a mushroom. Sometimes Elliot’s foot is in the top right corner of a photo of blended berries. I’m just trying to say that it’s always a good idea to blend berries with sugar and…
On Sunday, I woke up early to drive this cake to my favorite lady’s house for dessert. I went to church with tights that matched those raspberries. I turned off the tea water and ate chop suey. We passed the carrots, buttered french bread, and talked about summer, root beer floats, and bluebirds. And then took seconds. While still full, I sliced this cake and placed it on my Aunt Wanetta’s pretty blue and white plates, that…
I’m the luckiest lady to have finally met the hip lovechild of a lemon and a mandarin orange. I had three Meyer lemons and wasn’t about to waste a pinch of zest. And I’ve got these blueberries that are better than I’ve ever had. Elliot agrees. He likes for me to roll them into the living room so he can chase them. I decided to dot the scones with blueberries instead of mixing them in.…