Apparently Kylie Jenner is having a pop-up shop this weekend in the valley and a large, morbid, embarrassing part of me sort of wants to go. I won’t go because shrieking teenagers might drive me to take a vallium, but I want to, you know?
Instead I’m putting on my coziest sweater and going to my friend Teri’s holiday party. I also might watch A LOT of Fixer Upper because I love watching it and seeing people buy houses for 100k. It feels like another world, seeing as I live in LA and all.
When I was little, I didn’t need fancy holiday cookies. All I needed were Keebler Fudge-Striped Cookies. I’d put on my fingers like rings and bite ‘em off.
My mom would go grocery shopping every Friday and it always made my brother and I SO excited because that meant the pantry was filled with cookies and Capri-Suns and Sun Chips (omg remember those?
She always had to regulate our eating because if it was up to us, we would eat all the best food all in one day.
My first date EVER in my entire life was at an upscale fondue restaurant. I think I was 15 or 16 and had been to some nice restaurants before but this time I was by myself, with a boy (!!), not with my parents. For the first time, I sort of felt like an adult. It felt super fancy and I was very into it.
Halfway through the meal, after the lobster, I realized I’m not all that into boiled meat and fish. My favorite part, by far, was the bread dipped into the cheese and dessert, of course. Who doesn’t love melty chocolate with fruit?
For this very adult, fondue party, I teamed up with ALDI to score all of the veggies and cheeses. A few weeks ago I walked through ALDI trying to think of all the things I could dip into cheese. The good news is that it’s not a hard task. Mostly everything is delicious in cheese!
I feel like this is an easy winter-party situation that you can throw together. People come over, chop up some winter vegetables and tell everyone to dip them in cheese. Game over!
Los Angeles! Just a heads up, tomorrow I’ll be in Echo Park at Shout & About signing books and handing out holiday cookies from 11am to 1pm. Stop by!
Now, for this tiramisu pie! I made this pie a few times to recipe test it, pretty normal stuff, but after I finally nailed it, I loved it SO much that I decided it was going to be my Thanksgiving pie.
It was really easy to make, which is why I made it, and right before I started to make it, I remembered that a friend of mine is gluten-free. Luckily I found out that you can totally make this pie with gluten-free ginger snaps and it’ll be just great.
I needed a tablespoon less butter but it worked! I was pumped to find that out.
The pie goes like this: chocolate cookie crust on the bottom and up the sides of the pie pan. Then it’s filled with an espresso cream custard that is SO good. At the end of making the espresso cream, I mixed in a few tablespoons of rum and it is BOMB. It tastes just like tiramisu. Then, the pie is filled and chilled. Right before serving, you pipe on some mascarpone cream and top it with a bunch of cocoa powder.
I made Amelia into a cookie! And then ate her. Sounds a little dark, doesn’t it?! It’s not I promise. She’s alive and thriving.
These corgi cookies are inspired by Stephanie’s cookies that she made last year. When I first saw them my eyes popped out of my head and immediately turned into heart shapes.
I figured it’d be a good time to share one of my favorite recipes from A Cozy Coloring Cookbook, which are chai sugar cookies. They are so spicy and flavorful and taste like, well, chai-like. In the book they’re in the shape of snowmen and Christmas trees and chai gingerbread men. You obviously don’t need a corgi cookie cutter to make these but if you do want to buy one, here’s where you can do that.
Wasn’t that lil’ break the absolute best? I needed it. I think we all needed some rest and chillaxation. On Thanksgiving day, there was a long walk with Amelia and Joshua, some cooking (but relaxed cooking), a nice Friendsgiving with lots and lots of wine (thanks to Whitney!!!).
The next day Josh and I went to Seattle for book signing. I LOVE SEATTLE. It’s so rainy and overcast and cozy.
BUT NOW WE’RE BACK. I don’t know about you, but I wish the holiday season lasted about twice as long. The weeks go by so quickly and I love all the decorations and the sparkly lights and the foods.
A rösti has been on my to-make list for a v v long time. If you’re unfamiliar, think of it like a latke but bigger and thicker. It’s more cake-like.
I thought about making this rosti out of other things besides potatoes, but the thing I enjoy about them the most is their crispiness. And nothing in the entire world can get crisper than a potato. It’s made for dat crisp.
If you’re asking yourself, “what is the difference between a rösti and a latke?!” not to worry, here’s the answer:
A latke is held together with a bit of flour and egg, while a rösti is only held together with melted butter. It makes the execution a bit tricker.
Latkes are also much thinner than röstis which tend to be thicker and taller. I think both have their home at certain times and certain moods. But right now, I’m all about dat rösti.
Since there is no binder, the technique is pretty imperative. I used the technique from Chef Steps because they do a lot of good work over there and it was super duper simple.
Every morning, when the sun breaks, my Abuelita Renee sits at the edge of her bed with her rosary in her hand and she recites prayer, bead after bead. She’s probably done this every single morning since she was probably 12 years old in Peru. She’s 82 now.
I’m not all that religious but I think the act of thankfulness, faith and hope is so very beautiful. I think what she does every morning is special. And I know it helps her throughout her day. I was thinking this past weekend what I’m thankful for…
The world feels like it’s crashing, things feel off and full of unrest but in my little world that I’ve created that’s full of friends and close family and Josh and Amelia, I’m happy. I feel thankful that we get to go on walks together.
I’m thankful that I’m healthy and wake up every single day feeling good.
I’m thankful for this space on the internet that let’s me create and make money all at the same time.
I’m thankful that my family sacrificed so much to come to this country so I could lead a better life.
I’m thankful that you’re all here.
I’m thankful that Josh and I can laugh and talk for hours and hours at a time. We still love each other so very much. That feels good to me.
I’m thankful for the opportunities that have come my way. I try and honor them by working even harder.
Thanksgiving is only like three days away!!! LAWD!
I’ve made this pie SO many times. It took me a good amount of times to get the miso caramel exactly how I like it but I FINALLY nailed it.
This pie is so delicious. The miso only makes it a little weird but no so weird that people will really even notice. The miso adds a nice, subtle savory element to it that makes you want to just eat more and more and more.
Think about it like this: you put salt in caramel. So instead of salt, we’re adding miso. That’s it. It works really well together.
When it comes to the mix of apples, I threw in a few Granny Smith to add some tartness and it was really lovely. The vanilla helps too. A few weeks ago I splurged on some vanilla paste for the very first time–which might be crazy to some–and now I can’t believe I’ve lived without it for so long.
When I think of cozy places on this earth, I think of Scandinavia. It has to be the coziest of cozy places. A recent trip to Copenhagen reinforced this opinion. It was the summer, but still, the light was diffused and soft; the textures were fluffy with lots of white. The food was savory and delicious and the ebelskivers?! They were my favorite.
I teamed up with Anthropologie to bring you this Scandinavian-inspired brunch. This was SO much fun to put together. The menu was super simple and easy to make.
What I love the most about a lot of these piece from Anthro is that all of them can move from season to season. It wouldn’t be strange to use these linens or plates in the summer or candlesticks in the spring.
Each plate had a linen and a piece of baby’s breath. This could even be done for Thanksgiving, which is OMG next week.
The flowers on the table were really simple and inexpensive. I went around my neighborhood and clipped some eucalyptus and arranged it on the table with branches of cotton. I found the cotton at the Los Angeles flower market, which still makes me happy whenever I go.
I wanted there to be lots of white but since I can’t be trusted with ALL white, we added lots of gray and off white.
The Swedish meatballs were my absolute favorite, especially when dipped into the lingonberry jam and served with these very creamy mashed potatoes.
Thanksgiving is next week! I kinda don’t have plans. Is that weird? I think it’s going to be a Friendsgiving situation.
Usually Josh and I do something family-oriented for Thanksgiving but this year I wasn’t in the mood to travel (and plus I’ll be in Seattle next Saturday!) so we’re in LA with our friends.
We were thinking of going out to a restaurant, which I did once (I think when I was a kid) and LOVED IT, mainly because that meant zero dishes, but then some friends invited us over and I think it’ll be nice to be in a home around a bunch of people.
I made this yesterday because I remember how much I love sweet potato and comté cheese together. But I switched it up by adding caramelized onions into the mix and drizzled a bunch of rosemary butter all on top of ‘em. Dreamy!