Have you been enjoying your break?! I’ve been trying to use my phone less, check Instagram less, be more present. It’s been quiet on the internet or maybe I just have been checking it so it’s been seeming like that.
I’m going to mostly go away until Monday but I wanted to pop back in to share with you this lil’ punch recipe. Hopefully it comes in handy on Thursday when you’re making out with the one you like the most.
There is nothing difficult about this. Not even a little bit.
But for some reason I’ve always been hesitant about preparing matcha at home because I was afraid I would do it incorrectly. Green tea in Japan is serious business and there absolutely is a right way and a wrong way.
To make sure I was doing it right, I tried to go to a class but then I missed it because I didn’t have my life together so I did the next best thing: I watched LOTS of YouTube videos on the subject and I feel like now I can properly talk about making a cup of warm matcha.
Let’s start with what matcha is. With most teas, you simply steep the leaves in hot water, but with matcha you actually are consuming the leaves. Matcha powder is greeen tea leaves ground up very finely so they dissolve into the water.
To start, I like to sift about 1 teaspoon of matcha powder to ensure that all of the lil’ bits of matcha are broken up.
I then pour about a tablespoon of hot water into the bottom of the mug.
I then whisk away until a loose paste forms. This part is very important because you want to make sure any bits of matcha have dissolved.
It’s hot and horrendous everywhere and all I want right now is a hot dog and some sweet tea. I made the sweet tea, I’m working on hot dog logistics!
I learned how to make sweet tea where it was invented: the south. In college, I worked at a restaurant and my side work was usually to make the sweet tea and roll a bunch of silverware. Making the tea was my favorite.
The way I made it was deemed “the Yankee” way and depending on who my co-workers were, there was usually a ton more sugar added as soon as I walked away.
I don’t like it too sweet! If you loooooove it sweet, then feel free to add another cup of sugar to the hot mixture below.
I used Lipton, though I was on the hunt for Luzianne because that’s what I always used way back when. If you want, feel free to use the free-range/pasture-raised/gluten-free black tea that you get from those fancy-ass tea shops. That stuff will be delicious, too.
Add some lemon slices and mint and you have yourself a glass of something that is really the most refreshing thing you could possibly get on a hot summer’s day.
We’re gonna be psychos and make Christmas presents in July. Yes. This is happening. A good first step to getting in the mood for Christmas is open up your freezer and stick your head in it. It’ll rev up your wintery engines. (That is not a euphemism, by the way, “wintery engines.”
Cherries are in full bloom right now. I was lucky enough to come across sour cherries and they are my absolute favorite. They require a bit of sugar to give them a nice balance, but not too much because I like to celebrate their tartness rather than just blast it out to oblivion.
I’m sure you’ve had cheap, bright pink maraschino cherries. Perhaps you had them when your mom ordered you a shirley temple and you loved them. I was the same way.
But they have no place in my adult cocktails nor my adult banana splits. (Again, that sounds bad!)
It’s time for us to grow up and make fancy-ass maraschino cherries. This step in the right direction starts with a bottle of Luxardo liqueur.
Getting back in the swing of things after a vacation is tough, isn’t it?! Phew! I feel like I’m barely holding it together.
I’m currently spending all my free time watching episode after episode of Property Brothers on HGTV. I can’t stop watching. And it took me a million episodes to realize they’re twins.
Anyway! Just because 4th of July is in our past doesn’t mean summer is over. Oh no. This Pisco Sour recipe is refreshing, perfectly tart and the froth that lives on the top of the drink, makes the best mustache. All good things!
This recipe is on West Elm. And, if you stroll into a West Elm store, you’ll see a little stanchion with the recipe on it. FUN!
I’m doing a few more Peruvian recipes with them to promote their new fair-trade Peruvian items (I took a look at them and they’re really pretty!). To check out the recipe and the rest of the photos, check out their blog, Front and Main.
Ice cream was one of the first non-baby food items I ever ate. I know this only because there are tons of pictures of baby Adrianna with ice cream all over my face. I must’ve been 3 months old? Is that even ok? Probably not but it was the 80s and my parents were too young to care. I totally survived but it left me with a huge love for ice cream. My dad is to blame, obviously.
It’s no secret that I love pairing summer fruit with spices like cinnamon, cardamom and ground ginger. Those warm, fall-ish spices are so glorious with fresh fruit. Today I teamed up with McCormick Gourmet to bring you these Blackberry Pie Bar Milkshakes. The ground ginger works gloriously with the fresh blackberries.
And can we speak about pie bars for a quick moment? I’ve always loved a good pie bar. I was looking through the recipe index a few days ago and was sort of appalled that not one recipe for a pie bar lives in the archives. We will change this! Change is coming! I’m thinking something peach-y and creamy…and maybe something else.
In the meantime, we have milkshakes! Let’s make a syrup and a crumble and pair it with milk and ice cream. This milkshake is something I want to drink, guiltless, on a stoop while I watch people walk by. I think of myself in a place like New York or something. There’s something sort of magical and gross all at the same time about New York in the summer. It’s muggy and balmy but everyone is outdoors and I love that so much. I love New York in the summer.
On Sunday I did nearly no work, I put on a mask, which smelled sort of disgusting by the way, binge-watched Empire (just a lil’ obsessed!)…and then I ate nachos all by myself. It most likely was a sad sight but believe me when I say it was puuuuuure bliss.
This rhubarb egg white fizz fit into the equation later on, when it was nighttime and candles were lit. I had some almost-on-the-way out rhubarb in the fridge and I wanted to make myself a cocktail that was sort of girly and tasted delicious. Dis was it.
I’m gonna be honest with you and let you in on a lil’ secret: I’m not a margarita girl.
I hardly ever crave MARGS and I actually hate the way that word sounds. Maybe it’s because my grandmother’s name is Margarita and when you say it in Spanish it’s actually really pleasant-sounding—it means daisy! But the word “Margs” sounds like something a drunk girl on spring break would yell out and it’s just disgusting to me. I’m sorry if I’m being a negative right now! Sometimes I just don’t wake up all positive and on brand. Sowie.
I made these beergaritas, which also has a questionable name, and realized very quickly that their name is totally excusable and that I actually just dislike tequila. And mescal. And cristal. I’m so much fun right now! I like beer more. This is a combo of fresh lime juice, simple syrup and crisp, fresh beer. OMG so good. And that salted rim around the glass is soooo good with it too. Salty, sweet and sour for the absolute win.