A few months ago I made this Italian Plum Pistachio Cake and it was bomb dot com but really the part that I loved the most was the pistachio paste. IT WAS SO GOOD. When I made it I had to use all of it for the cake but I kept thinking, this should really be put on toast and consumed as a snack.
So, here I am, pushing this onto you all.
I should be fired because I’m about to mention the holidays in September…
…but this would be great to make for the holidays as gifts because it’s SO simple and easy…minus the peeling of pistachios.
Do yourself a gigantic favor and buy shelled pistachios. Treat ur self!
Do not be like me and spend 30 minutes shelling pistachios. There’s this very known trick that if you want to peel the skins off pistachios, you can cover them in boiling water and then rub them in a towel. I can tell you that it is 100% not worth the extra step.
If you want to get the purest of green color, then feel free to just rub the pistachios in between two towels when they’re dry and shelled. Some of the skins should fall off.
Let’s be honest, pistachio paste is not a beauty queen. It’s not the belle of the ball so just do what you need to do to make it look cute – put sprankles all over it.
I bought these pretty sprinkles in Denmark. I love them so much.
When I finally got it together and it was time to buy flour, I was like a little scared at all the flour options, and especially scared because they weren’t in English. I reached for my Google Translate app but I didn’t have any service in the damn market so I took a gamble. I went for a big bag, figuring it was most likely all-purpose.
The rest of the grocery shopping was interesting. Baking powder is “bagepulver“. I sorta figured it out. My milk purchased was assisted by an older woman who thought it was kinda funny that I was almost buying kefir. LAWD.
When I got home and started putting all the labels in google translate, I was like OH I BOUGHT RYE FLOUR OK.
I realize that I might be the worst packer in the world. Namely because I want to take everything but I want it to fit into a carry-on because waiting for bags at LAX is SO boring. It all just takes so long. When I land after a long flight, I generally want to get out of the airport as fast as I can. I also love the idea of traveling super light, being one of those people that could survive off of nearly nothing.
But I’m not like that deep-down because I like options! And jackets and shoes. Who knows what I’ll want to wear on any given day, you know?
So, I wrote a list this time, and I’m trying very hard to stick to it. We’ll see how I do. In other news, coffee cake!
I usually put coffee in my coffee cake but this time I thought that might be a little weird so I went with fall spices like cinnamon and cardamom. I love fall spices with summer fruit.
Yesterday I threw a little paella party for Anthropologie (more to come soon!) and after as we were cleaning up, doing a million dishes, we realized we hadn’t seen Amelia in a very long time…maybe an hour?
So we started calling her name, we figured maybe she was napping in a strange place. No Amelia. We started going room by room, looking under sheets, looking under beds and again, no Amelia. I went in the lil’ backyard and no Amelia.
At this point I started to freak out. I ran through the house like a total psycho and screamed her name and still NOTHING.
My brain immediately went to the worst places, like how long as she been walking around the neighborhood, has she walked two streets down to the insanely BUSY street? UGH. I went in the middle of the street and screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I jumped in my car and started driving around. Billy and his boyfriend Steve ran around too, looking for Amelia.
I was in the car, crying, makeup coming down my face. And then finally I get a call from Billy. Amelia was at the back door, she finally decided to come out from hiding.
I WANTED TO KILL HER but then I just hugged her and gave her a slice of prosciutto.
I’m so glad she isn’t missing, I’m so glad I can squeeze her tight, my devilish little corgi angel.
This past weekend I was lucky enough to be invited to the opening of Smorgasburg! If you’re unfamiliar, here’s the lowdown: Smorgasburg originally started in NY but has moved to LA, where every single Sunday you can head to The Row in downtown Los Angeles and try some of the city’s best food vendors.
Today is let’s-eat-all-da-doughnuts-day. Or, if you’re trying to eat healthy, is more like stare-at-all-the-doughnuts-on-the-internets-day!
Whether you’re being an active participant or leisurely double-tapping all of the doughnuts you see in your feed, I’m here hoping to contribute to the conversation by the way of these fluffy, deliciously sweet thangs.
Remember when I went to London. Well, while I was there, I strolled through Borough Market since many of you told me to, and I visited Bread Ahead. I happily ate two doughnuts in the freezing cold, while feeling very much like a rich and lucky Oliver Twist.
These doughnuts were fluffy and cream-filled. The cream, I believe, was mixed with honeycomb. I thought it was a splendid idea. I loved it so much that I recreated them here, though slightly different.
Instead of mixing the honeycomb in with pastry cream, I made a honeycomb sugar! YASS. Take honeycomb and blitz it with sugar. It’s the most delicious thing in the entire world. And it was all Billy’s idea lol.
One more month of spring! This entire season has been mostly cloudy with chilly mornings and I’ve been fully taking advantage before summer hits.
My favorite early morning spring activity has been hitting up Hollywood Farmer’s Market because the produce is insanely beautiful and delicious-looking. I usually head in with only like five things I want to buy but end up leaving with SO much more. This past Sunday I went with the intention of buying everything spring-like. I succeeded, grandly. I left with fresh elderflower, beautiful asparagus from Zuckerman’s Farm, fava beans, bright purple kale and the cutest most adorable quail eggs.
I’ve thrown a few spring brunches in the past and I have a few guidelines I always follow.
1. Have one or two dishes that can be made ahead. It’s way too much work for one person to make everything the morning of. I made the muffins and lemonade the day before so the day of, all I had to do was throw together the toasts and the hash.
2. The food doesn’t have to be ready when people arrive. I always have to remind myself of this. Delegate tasks. If you need the drinks to be filled or potatoes to be diced, ask one of your friends. They’ll feel useful!
3. Only serve food family-style. No one needs coursed out meals. Make things that can be served in big pots or in large format dishes. It will make your life SO much easier.
4. Play fun music. Play Drake or 90s hip-hop. Basically pick music that will make people almost want to dance but not really. Leave the Radiohead and more serious music for a dinner-time party.
5. Make clean-up easy on yourself. I like these Glad® OdorShield® Gain™ Original Scent with Febreze® trash bags because they smell so fresh! and actually have a 5-day guarantee (no smell!). Nothing is worse than smelly anything. These are actually the trash bags I use all the time (even before this post) because they are super strong. If you’ve ever had the bottom of a (very full!) trash bag break as you were about to put it in the dumpster, you will understand the scars that go along with that incident. These don’t require you to double bag them for the smell or the possibility of breaking. And if you’d like a coupon (because we all love coupons), here’s one for $2 off!
I’ve decided that this is a great time to re-watch all of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and OMG the first and second season DO NOT DISAPPOINT. It’s a nice reminder how mean Camille was and how Brandi was super crazy even in the beginning. If you’ve been searching for something to watch while you do laundry/cook/clean, etc. it’s a fun thing to re-watch.
On Wednesday I’ll be posting a huge spring brunch situation that I shot last week with my partner-in-crime, Mr. Billy Green. Today I wanted to share one of the recipes that’s on the table, these Chocolate Rye Muffins with Strawberry Butter with Pink Peppercorns.
I love brunch at home. I set the table sort of fancy (even if I’m not taking a photo of it, well, not as nice but still!).
Going out to brunch in theory is awesome, until you get there and the wait is like 3 hours and you want to stab yourself in the eye, so then you end up going to an inferior place and eat a shitty version of the thing you really wanted.
This is why I only have brunch at home. At 10am on a Saturday, I’m not emotionally stable enough to venture out. This sweet potato hash thing-y is a play on red flannel hash. Have you heard of it? It’s typically making regular potatoes red by using a beet. Since this is using sweet potatoes, I figured it’d rename it Orange Flannel Hash. I think it works. I also considered calling it something with nest or basket in the title but I couldn’t land on anything. It’s late where I am, I cooked and shot all day and I just watched the OJ show so my brain is mush.