My favorite corgi on Instagram passed away on Monday. It’s sort of weird to admit this but I cried…like kinda cried myself to sleep. I don’t know what it was. Maybe it had to do with all the other sad stuff in the world, my sad family stuff that I never talk about or maybe it had to do with the fact that Loki the corgi was only five years old and that’s not that much older than Amelia.
I dunno what it is but I know that I squeezed her really hard that night and yesterday I gave her a cookie I shouldn’t have (the vet says she needs to lose 1 to 2 pounds).
I nearly took the rest of the week off from posting but then I remembered that’s silly and that I have this Asian pear pie with apple and so many other good things to share with you.
Last week I made another pie where I took little bits of apple and folded them around one another to make roses and it seriously took me like 3 hours but I didn’t really mind one bit because I just zoned out and thought about all sorts of stuff.
I think I enjoy this process…building and assembling, building and assembling. I enjoy methodical, repetitive things, especially when they pertain to pie.
I’ve been wanting to make a basket weave-ish kind of pie topping. I think I did it with this. It’s actually MUCH simpler than it looks because you basically just cut the pie crusts in smaller strips and then place them side-by-side like you would one singular strip.
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.
I think I’ve been using too many sprinkles lately. I’m sorta insecure about it because I used to not be THAT much of a sprinkle-whore but lately it’s all I reach for.
I think part of it is all the cool looking sprinkles I bought and brought back from Denmark. The colors are so pretty and interesting over there.
A very long time ago, when blogs first started I remember Joy the Baker posting a recipe for minty oreos. I never made them at the time (not sure why, what other non-important things was I doing?) but they have always lived deep in my brain on my to-make-soon list. Well, years later, here we are…except I made them birthday-driven, even though I didn’t know anyone who was having a birthday.
We made these, tested these, shot these AND then I remembered my friend Michael’s birthday was the very next day so I packed them up in the fridge and brought them to the birthday picnic where a 3 year old liked them a whole lot. WIN-WIN!
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.
I’m leaving for Copenhagen on Friday! WHAAA!! Yes, I’ll be there for a whole seven days to eat my way through a city I’ve never been to. I’ve always dreamed of going. My dad actually worked in Scandinavia for a big part of my childhood so each time he’d return, he’d have stories about the people, the food, the culture, the politics. It’s a bit of a dream that I’m going and sort of still can’t believe it.
I knew that before I left, I had to make these. They’ve been on my to-make list ever since the Bon Appetit came in the mail and I spotted my homie Nicole Rucker’s spread in there. It’s seriously one of the prettiest I’ve seen. So white and clean with beautiful pops of purples and blues.
These turnovers stood out to me because I glaze looked so drippy and delicious and when I peeped the recipe, I was super stoked at the ingredient list.
This is the first time I’ve tried the vinegar/syrup added to pie crust before, which I had seen a few times, but never attempted. I’m into it! It’s dope!
Every summer I have these very grand ideas that maybe, just maybe, this will be the year that I go camping. On the surface camping seems like SO much fun. The campfires, cooking salmon over cedar planks, the rivers, the s’mores. But when I begin to logistically think about it, I’m not so sure. I have a tendency to over-pack. It’s taken me years to pack appropriately for a 3-day weekend so I know that when it comes to camping I’ll probably bring my entire apartment.
That will of course to lead to too much work, so every year, I abandon my camping ambitions. BUT! Luckily there are picnics, which are way easier. I know they’re not the same but you sort of get that nature-y-let’s-eat-outside-vibe going on.
For years, you could call me The Queen of Procrastination. Most people procrastinate doing things they dread like laundry, mailing bills, writing checks…you know, the boring stuff. BUT, I procrastinate doing the fun stuff, too.
Waiting until the last minute to get ready to go to a party? ME. Waiting and waiting to put my new pretty flowers in water? ME. Putting off baking a cake that’s been on my to-do list for a long time? ME. My apartment is so clean when I have other stuff to do.
One thing that’s helped me a lot in combatting procrastination is occupying my brain with something else. In the past few years, I’ve gotten really into listening to books on Audible. I’ve listened to all sorts of books! Recently, I listened to a book that was on my to-read list for years: Beautiful Ruins.
I feel like the only person on the planet who haven’t given Pokemon a chance. I think it’s because I’m scared of walking into a pole or worse a car or even worse, off a cliff. So I’m easing into that one super patient like. Maybe this weekend I’ll give it a go, you know?
These mini cheesecakes were made a few weeks ago when I was craving the richness and coolness of cheesecake. This cheesecake is part cream cheese, part Greek yogurt which makes it OH SO GOOD.
The best part about them is that they’re mini so you can eat like four and it’ll make you feel a lot better about your life than eating a whole slice of cheesecake to yourself. This is dessert math. It works out well.
These are topped with a guava glaze. By the way, guava is maybe my favorite word ever. If you say it the Spanish way it’s the prettiest word ever. “Y-AVA!”
Summer as a kid meant tennis camp in Big Bear, shorts and tank-tops every single day, Wimbledon, and long, slow days spent mostly outside, playing hide and go seek until the street lights flickered on.
There were also lots of sleepovers where ten girls would pile in someone’s basement or room and we’d watch Sandlot and The Shining and Pet Cemetery, until a parent would force us to go to sleep already! And sometimes, in the middle of the night, we’d sneak into the kitchen and open up the freezer hoping for something awesome. My friends could always count on my freezer being full of lots of ice cream (dad’s favorite) and if we were really lucky, there’d be a few Choco Tacos; I always bought extra from the ice cream truck.
My internal 12-year-old self has always wanted to make Choco Tacos at home and it always seemed somewhat complicated. UNTIL NOW!!