Sometimes I come to write about a new recipe and I freeze. I’m not sure what to say or what to disclose or what to tell. Sometimes, a lot of the times, I want to tell you everything: my dreams, my drama, my stress, the parking ticket. But I don’t. I hold back most times. Mainly because I’m somewhat of a private person, I realize. I kind of want my struggles to be mine, I want to swallow them and hopefully make something out of them.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s a bad trait, or maybe it’s just a bad trait when you have a blog, which can often times become like another version of a reality television show. I’m not interested in that route.
I mean, it’s taken me years to tell my friends everything that’s going on in my life—it’s not easy. I find it easier to be the listener, the friend who nods and gives advice. I’m much better at that.
I think I’ve struggled with this the entire time I’ve had this blog. What is too much. How much should I share. Also, one thing I would never want to do is use my life with others, my relationships with them and just exploit that for likes, comments, attention. That would feel awful. Some things should be sacred and private and belong to people.
My body is aching. I can’t tell if it’s from rigorous work-outs or just cooking my little heart out this week. Nonetheless, I’m about to get my hair professionally blow dried so all is ok in the world. It’s one of the greatest luxuries. If you’re a woman, you understand this sentiment; if you’re a dude, you’re probably confused why salons dedicated to just blow-drying even exist. The answer: because it’s important and blow-drying takes too long!
Last year I made my favorite Irish Soda Bread in the entire world. It was laced with brown sugar, whole wheat pastry flour and OMG there were whiskey-soaked raisins, which let me tell you, completely changed my mind about raisins.
I used to be one of those people who despised raisins. Like, if I saw a “chocolate chip cookie” to only then realize the CCs were raisins, serious side-eye, my friends. Serious. Nowadays I’m a grown-up who has the ability to enjoy some raisins in her baked goods. I’m an ever-evolving human.
These muffins may or may not just be an excuse to use the muffin liners I bought back at the beginning of October. Their pattern looks like a bad 80s couch that probably lives at a relatives cabin. I’m VERY into them.
I’m kinda surprised I bought them because I don’t even like cupcakes. I mean, they’re a’ight, but if I had to choose, I’d just make a layer cake or something. Those are prettier anyway. But these are muffins. They’re different. I usually have an attitude with muffins that skate the line between muffin and cupcake, but we’re on vacation right now so let’s just live.
These cupcakes come together with a quickness, especially if you already have sweet potato puree in the fridge leftover from Thanksgiving. If it’s spiced with bourbon or nutmeg or cinnamon and sugar, no biggie. Throw it in. It’ll work just fine. Of course, your muffins might be a bit more spiced and bourbon-ey, but that’s actually a good thing.
I love a good scone. Maybe it’s because I love English things like Downton Abbey, Mini Coopers and corgis. I’m not sure, but scones, tea and my pinky out is my current mood. I feel like I have another part of me that loves sweet tea, rollers in my hair, fried green tomatoes (the food and the movie) and Nashville. But that’s for another day. (ALSO CAN WE DISCUSS LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE?!)
Today we’re exploring my more dainty, English, proper side. I had leftover cherries hanging in my fridge and chocolate chilling in my pantry. I figured I couldn’t let this combination pass. It needed to be done.
I’ve been wanting to make some sort of buckwheat scones for a long time now. I adore buckwheat. It really does have a bad reputation because it has the ability to turn fluffy, light baked goods into heavy, door stoppers. But if done right (read: cut with all-purpose flour) it can really add a nice nutty, earthy flavor. These scones aren’t hockey pucks. No sireee. No. They’re tender, buttery, with a big, hearty, scone-like crumb. I li-it-uh-lot.
I love a free sample at the grocery store. Like, LOVE. I mean, it doesn’t mean I always like them, I usually don’t, but that doesn’t stop me from snacking. Sometimes my grocery lists are exhaustive and I need a lil’ snack break, you know?
A few years ago I was perusing Whole Foods around the holidays and they had one of those goat cheese logs rolled in dried cranberries out for the public to sample. You’ve tried this, no? It’s the simplest/most genius concept in the world: tangy goat cheese cheese rolled in sweet and tart dried fruit. SO GOOD!
I stood there and ate like half the log of goat cheese by myself hoping no one would realize that this girl couldn’t pry herself away and leave. That thing became a problem. After that when I needed a quick appetizer for guests (also known as just myself), I’d copycat that appetizer from Whole Foods.
A few days ago I was in the mood to make cornbread. (I don’t get in good moods, bad moods or sad moods. Instead I get in biscuit moods, roasted chicken moods or, what brings us here today, corn bread moods. It’s weird.)
Do you ever feel guilty about complaining about your bad day? I always kind of do. I always feel guilty because I’m pretty sure there’s someone out there in the world that’s having an even worse day than me. I’m sure of it. Bad days happen. Just like bad hair days. Mine are usually exclusively related. If I wake up and my hair has a nice swing to it, I’m generally pumped and my positive vibing just roles right on through everything.
So, instead of telling you why yesterday was super lame (because that’d be lame), I’m going to show you my current late-night exercise, as of late, that I’ve started to take very seriously due to its therapeutic results. Enter: my “Cute Animals” board on Pinterest.
Lately, I’ll sit in bed with my laptop and search for cute animals photos. Because is there anything better than staring at a pic of two kangaroos slow-dancing? No. Is there anything more hilarious than seeing pigs fly? No. Is there anything more adorable than two French bulldogs cuddling? I mean…I challenge you to find it.
I urge you to start your own cute animals board. Seriously.
Are you jealous of my life yet? Well you should be because I have awesome scones in my kitchen that can soon be baked up in yours too, if you like.
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.
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!
Look at that muffin on its side! I dunno know why I did that. Cute? Weird? Who cares…it’s just a muffin being a rebel.
Orange and chocolate really have their moment during the month of December. Such a classic little holiday pairing. Like sequins, tights and red bows. So very Christmas. Well, we’re a few months past glittery lights and the mere thought of Christmas gives me a headache, but I’m still digging this marriage.
I played around with some scones of the same ilk back in the day and can’t really get the match out of my head. I figured I needed to implement this duo into a new breakfast food: muffins.
Winner Update! The random calculator chose number 47, which was Misie! Her suggestion for a cozy meal:
Thanks everyone for playing!
I. Can’t. Get. Warm.
Yesterday I spent most of the day on the couch–under a pile of blankets–contemplating if I should turn on the heat or not. I didn’t.
Saturday night I spent 2 hours watching Hugo (so beautiful–especially in 3D!) just straight freezing.
Friday was the last day I was warm. I was in sweats and colorful socks, baking up these scones (and various other treats!); which lead me to the realization: If it’s cold out, head to the kitchen. Grab your baking sheets, pre-heat your oven. You’ll be warm in no time. Guaranteed.