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.
This weekend is the quiet before the storm. My April is a gigantic busy monster with fangs and I like to think that next week is the prep before I have this spring-like metamorphosis into a busy bee.
Speaking of bees…for the past few weeks there has been a nest behind my apartment growing and growing and growing. And it’s sort of grown into a monstrous bee hive which is totally effing scary but also REALLY COOL.
Tomorrow a very nice stoner bee keeper dude is coming over, dressed in his E.T.-like costume to remove the honeycomb one by one and transport all 10,000 bees and the queen bee to South Pasadena.
I’m really excited to watch through my glass back door, which will very much shield me from said 10k bees and my face. I, of course, asked if I could have some honey but he said everything has to go into the boxes, every drop of honey. Kind of a bummer but I’m excited about their new life.
These rolls only took about a million times to get right. But when I got them right, I got them right! (Or at least I think so.)
For this recipe, I teamed up with McCormick Gourmet to bring you the lightest, fluffiest and buttery rolls evrrrr. And they’re topped with my favorite topping in the entire world: “The Everything” bagel topping.
I’ve put the topping on a lot of things at this point: hamburger buns and pretzels and now, Cloverleaf Rolls. But it’s for a reason.
I started ceramics class this semester and unlike my classes in the past, this is actually in the morning. I didn’t plan it that way but the sign-up process was pretty insane and unfortunately had to take what I could get. Luckily I live that freelance lifestyle so I could (sorta) take a class on Wednesday morning.
One thing I’m constantly thinking about is what should I pack for breakfast. The class is about 5 hours long so I definitely always like to take a few things with me to snack on. Of course, my other huge priority is COFFEE. Always.
For this post, I teamed up with bobble and their presse. It is seriously my dream come true.
Cornbread makes my face turn into that heart-eyed emoji that I use like every single day of my life to express myself. I sort of wish I could write a whole blog post in emojis because today is one of those days when I feel like I have nothing to say. Do you have those days? When you’re sort of like, here’s a recipe for such and such BYEEEE!
This week has been hot hot in Los Angeles and I’ve been avoiding my oven like the plague. The only that that could even remotely tempt me is this cornbread because it’s more like cake than bread. And I’m not mad about that.
I know southerners are super finnicky about their cornbread but I like mine this way: a little sweet, a little spicy and soft. I like to use corn flour over corn meal. It’s more fluffy and soft. If you can’t find corn flour, by all means, use cornmeal—it’ll work. I’ve been searching for a recipe for cornbread that’s more cake like and when I found this one, I figured it would probably need a ton of work, but it’s kind of perfect.
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.)