Some of the best stuff isn’t planned. And today I present you the most delicious accident that’s happened in a loooong time.
You’re actually supposed to be staring at cute little baked oatmeal cups. I pictured you whipping them up for a Mama’s Day brunch and setting them alongside blood orange mimosa, iced coffee and super pretty flowers. But I failed you. SAD! I failed to bring the cuteness, I think. But that’s okay, because as I sat there pondering why and how the baked oatmeal cups went wrong, I started spooning it straight out of the muffin tins…and found myself repeating this act over and over and over. My accident was delicious!
So, rather than trying to make something cute, I decided to remake the dish–tweaking a few things here and there–and just throwing it all in a casserole dish. Sometimes tasty trumps cute, you know. And that sometimes is riiiiight now…
I’m in the mood to talk about ice cream…so we’re gonna do that.
Ice cream flavors. So many to choose from! They can say so much about a person, am I right? As a kid, what was your go-to flavor? Let’s dicusss…
Popular flavor #1: Bubble gum ice cream. That was usually the girly-girl. I always considered it a stupid flavor. Very ill-conceived. The gum gets all hard and unchewable, too sweet and a lil’ too pink. If Barbie was a real life living girl, I’d bet she’d order bubble gum ice cream.
Popular flavor #2 & #3: Vanilla and chocolate. Straight, narrow and safe. But you know, sometimes you want something delicious and basic. Almost like a great pair of fitted jeans or the perfect white tee. Basics are cool. I feel like the straight-A student went with vanilla and chocolate. (I’m totally putting people in boxes right now!! Ice cream boxes!!)
Popular flavor #4 & #5: Mint chocolate chip and cookies n’ cream. These two flavors are totally interchangeable. They’re practicality the same thing: vanilla ice cream with oreos or refreshing chocolate. All of my friends ordered these flavors. Solid choices. For the record, I respect these ice cream flavors.
Weirdo flavor #1: Pistachio. Ahhhh yea! That was allll me. I was the strange 6 year old asking for pistachio. I think some adults liked to think I had fancy taste, but really it was just the light green color that I loved so much. And, I liked rebellious ice cream flavors. Pistachio ice cream is like the ugly mutt of the ice cream world.
I have such a crush on Sundays. And I know it sucks that I’m telling you this, because it’s Monday now, which is literally the furthest possible day from Sunday, so sorry in advance!
Cool Sundays always have laziness. That’s a must. Maybe a few mimosas or bloody marys. Sundays; the only day when alcohol in the morning is totally kosher, am I right? Meals outside in the half sun – always just half sun, direct sun is super lame. Never do direct sun. Wrinkles! And then, when the sun goes does you can turn on the teevee and watch the best tv ever. Mad Men, Game of Thrones, Girls, etc etc. Hey fun, heyy!
Sundays always involve a little cooking, baking, or eating something awesome. It’s a requirement. Yesterday I baked up these lovely things. They feel so summer-ey, and even though we’re totally not there yet, they remind me of Wimbledon in early July.
Heeeeey! Hi. It’s Monday. I hope you’ve had your coffee because you’re about to hear me ramble on and on about what an awesome and easy dinner this is. Fuuuuuun!
I’d like to nominate this dish as one of my fav things to cook when I’m short on time and I want something easy that requires literally no brain power. “No brain power recipes” could be a whole cookbook idea. Seriously. Someone get on that!!
This recipe is way loose, and basically–minus the produce–a pantry dish. Pantry dishes are cool. Like, if you don’t have carrots, onions and garlic hanging out in your kitchen, it’s definitely not the end of the world. This thing will still work. Also–a plus–this dish is a like a unisex shirt–it can act as dinner or brunch. Niiiice!
P.S. This is the last of the videos for a while. Did you like them? I’ve been playing around with the idea of doing more videos for daaa blog and wanna know if you dig ‘em! xx
I dig it in my desserts, pancakes, drinks – with or without a lil’ alcohol. I kinda like it a whole lot.
And I’m pretty sure it didn’t even start with me eating coconut one day and loving it; but actually began with that scene in ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ when Young Mary tells Young George that she doesn’t like coconut, and him totally appalled at such an ignorant statement, retorts with, “Say brainless, don’tchu know where coconuts come from?” He tells her how they come from Tahiti and the Fiji Islands, and goes on about how when he grows up he’s gonna go exploring and travel the world and go to islands that no one in Bedford Falls had ever even dreamed could exist. And with that nerdy response about coconuts, Young Mary falls in love. If I remember correctly she even whispers her sentiments for him in his “deaf” ear. I think–as a nine-year old in my Christmas PJs–I fell in love with him a little, too.
So yeah, basically the whole reason I love coconut–and this blog post exists–is thanks to Young George Bailey.
I think we should start with the most annoying thing about handling a young coconuts: opening it…
Do you ever lay in bed and crave a warm cinnamon roll topped with gooey icing? Of course you do. That’s a silly question. If you’re experiencing such a craving, and know good and well there’s no time and energy for such an involved baking project, look to a stack of these.
They’re fluffy, light, laden with cinnamon and have the perfect amount of tang thanks to the buttermilk. The entire stack is topped with a few spoonfuls of sweet glaze. These pancakes ‘ll make you forget all about cinnamon rolls, I think
Muffin or cupcake? So many muffins skate that fine line between breakfast and dessert, am I right? Not mad at it. Not complaining…though some mornings I don’t want sweet. I don’t want dessert. I want something savory, delicious, cheesy and warm.
Enter: Goat Cheese Chive Corn Muffins.
Also!–don’t mean to be a debbie-downer on breakfast muffins–but sometimes I’m all psyched about making muffins, and so I do, and then I eat, like, two for breakfast and end up with a bunch leftover. Lame.
These muffins are pretty cool because they can dual as a breakfast snack or a dinner snack. Double-action muffins!
Heyyyy! I hope you’re ready because I’m hurling another Kin Community video at you. I hope you don’t mind. Today’s recipe, Oat Blueberry Banana Bread, is kind of a no-brainer. It’s crunchy with a lot of banana-awesomeness inside. In other news, I think–as a community–we need to come up with another word for “moist.”
I know I’ve said this like, a million times before. And, I do sometimes feel like I talk about the same things over and over. You know when you’ve been friends with someone for a long time and they keep repeating the same story over and over, and if you’re nice you keep listening and act like you’ve never heard it before; but if you’re like me, you’re just like, Dude, okay I’ve heard this like a million times–get a new story already!
So, if you’re sick of hearing this, I completely understand and come back tomorrow (or Wednesday), I’m promising cake or empanadas…I can’t decide. But if you’re feeling particularly patient, hear me out. I wanted to describe this banana bread as moist, because, well, it is. (And I do in the video but it was painful for me to do so!) This bread is moist. And it’ll stay that way for daaayys. But OMG do I hate that word. It’s too disgusting of a word to describe something so perfect and delicious, and yet I have no synonym for it. I’m synonym-less.
So, this morning I’m trading this Oat Blueberry Banana Bread for a synonym. Your move…
Confession: sometimes I’m a brat. This is totally true. Sometimes I’m sleepy, my eyelids are heavy and I just want my way, like, right now.
Currently, if I could get my way in all things life, this is how it’d go:
1. More hours in the day for me to work and say hi to friends.
2. I’d be able to drink copious amount of gin without having an awful hangover face. I can’t swing it–not a youngin’ anymore, guys. Depressing.
3. I’d drink coffee at 9pm and still be in bed by midnight. I’m totally not sensitive to caffeine at 8am, but it ruins me after 6pm. Truly unfair.
4. At Chipotle I’d be able to assemble my very own burrito. They’re very nice people at Chipotle but I just wanna do it myself.
When I’m sensing my brattiness is taking over my usual good and positive nature, I gotta put myself in check. ‘Cause seriously look at what I made! Look at what I have had in my life! Crispy hash browns! With cheese! All topped with a runny egg. Such a good look!
