Today is June 1st, which means nothing at all except that time is moving so very quickly that it’s gonna be Christmas in like a half a minute.
In other less depressing news, there are a few big things happening this week. Number uno: it’s doughnut week or something like that (I haven’t Googled it). Number dos: it’s Negroni week. I love both and if someone can figure out how I can have a doughnut and a Negroni and how they’d taste good together, LEMME KNO.
Have you eaten nougat before? It’s kind of like taffy or divinity or maybe I’d even describe it like a stronger, firmer marshmallow.
It’s firmer than a marshmallow but still soft and chewy. This particular nougat is spiked with strawberry flavor and pistachio. The strawberry flavor is added by pulsing freeze-dried strawberries into a powder and adding it to the egg whites just when you add the boiling sugar. It’s melts into the candy, infusing it with a strong strawberry flavor. YUM.
I’m dropping in from Taos, New Mexico. Currently, I’m at this brewery, sitting outside, looking out a bunch of snow-capped mountains. The DJ is playing a trumpet to a Fly Lo song and it’s weird and funny and awesome. It’s beautiful here. I knew it would be beautiful, but it’s like a million times more beautiful than I expected.
These muffins were from last week, when I was wanting to make something for breakfast that I could shove in my purse for my flight. I’m a grandma. I’ve also been working with a freelance client on some recipes and she’s really into spelt flour. I wasn’t super duper familiar but I really love its nutty flavor. It’s grown on me big time.
There are a few things that I did differently with these muffins. For one, I always find that strawberries are kinda soggy in muffins. ME NO LIKEE. So, I did this thing where I dehydrate them in the oven for about 15 minutes. Feel free to skip this step if you’re strapped for time or are feeling sort of lazy. Whatever, the muffins will still be awesome.
Last Friday my stove decided to have a tantrum and stopped working. Kind of annoying…I had serious cooking plans for a picnic. Instead I just ate wine and half a cupcake. It worked out juuuust fine.
Cut to this week: still no stove…I kinda started hoping it needed to be replaced. How dreamy are those O’Keefe and Merritt stoves?! In pale blue?! Hello cuteness!
Sooo…I dug out my toaster oven and started putting stuff on toast. All sorts of stuff. Possibilities…endless.
And then, as soon as my stove was fixed, I made this poached egg and put it on a piece of bread with some salt, pepper and parmesan. Runny eggs are just swoon-worthy, aren’t they?!
Almond butter and sliced strawberries. Delicious. Sweet. Killer combo.
I’m not even gonna start by telling you that turkey bacon compares to regular bacon. It just doesn’t. It can’t. Impossible. It’s healthier, though, so there’s that.
BACON > TURKEY BACON/EVERYTHING…for life.
But I just bought a few bathing suits this week and have yet to try them on. Ugh.
So here you have it: turkey bacon, a few basil leaves, a swipe of veganaise and a few sliced tomatoes on toast.
P.S. I don’t try bathing suits on in stores anymore. The lighting is heartbreaking. So now I just buy a bunch on a credit card, try them on at my apt, and take the ones that don’t work back to the store. Total game changer. Have you tried this?
Avocado on Toast is an all time fav. Adding some ricotta to the mix took it to a whole other level of amazingness.
In other news, this weekend I’m gonna celebrate my reunion with my kitchen by making something crazy…can we say doughnuts?! I dunno…they might be in mini form, they might be girly and pink, or they might have sprinkles in them, maybe even some amazing glaze on top. Who knows…the world is my doughnut…or whatever.
This week I’ve been in NY being a business lady. But before I left town, I made you biscuits!!
Actually, I made them for my friends Tre and Erin. My friend Tre and I did some apartment swap action. Perfect timing made it possible for me to stay at his cute East Village apartment while he crashed at my place in LA. Kind of amazing how it all worked out.
Since him and Erin were driving in late from San Fran, I figured I could put some near-dying strawberries to good use by throwing them into biscuits. I didn’t think there was anyway this could be a bad combo.
Hi there, friend. Let’s talk. What’d you do this weekend? Did you do yardwork? Any DIY projects you wanna share? I wanna hear it. I wanna hear it all. Annnnnd go!
Oh niiiice. That’s cute. All that sounds like fun. Yeah, even the chores and errands on Saturday morning. I kinda secretly enjoy those.
Oh, how was MY weekend?! Awww, that’s sweet of you to ask. WELL…
This weekend was pretty epic; it involved lots of drinks, yeah not too many, though. I went to an amazing restaurant! I made a milkshake that weirded me out (avocado milkshake–recipe to come!) which was fun. I brunched with my gay best friend. Cliche, I know. Sorry.
We rode bikes like a cute couple, and lusted after a fancy bike. I’m determined for it to be my near future impulse purchase. My weekend ended with a huge laugh fest…I went to the theater to see Bridesmaids. If you haven’t seen it, you need to put that on your to-do list. Umm…yay for girls that are smart, funny and pretty.
Second thing you need to write on your to-do list for the week? Roasted strawberries.
I bet I know what you’re doing right now…my best guess is that you’re on your computer/couch watching replays and clips of the royal wedding, right? Yeah I got it right. Don’t worry, we’re all doing it.
Take a break, make some ice cream. Or make some ice cream so you have something fun to eat while judging Kate’s flower arrangement choices.
Look at these eggs below.
You won’t need them to make this ice cream. Make an omelet instead.
Today we’re making no-cook strawberry ice cream. No sitting over the stove heating up milk, separating egg yolks, or tempering and getting all nervous. We’ll do that some other time.
Today we’re trying to get ice cream as fast as we can in our faces; sound good?
Take some strawberries. Duh. Hull them, or lop off the tops.
Put ’em in a food processor or blender and turn it on. This recipe uses a blender and a food processor. Next time I’ll just use the blender–less clean-up. We all like that.
Growing up, I was a total tomboy who had to be bribed with candy to wear dresses, or fancy shoes, or anything remotely girly. And even now, I wouldn’t consider myself a super girly-girl. But every now and then, I totally give in and embrace it. Case in point: Thursday night a friend scored tickets to the Twilight premiere, and yes I’m going. I have this weird love/hate thing with the Twilight series and am sort of excited to laugh my way through the movie. I’ll be doing what any normal person would do at the premiere: tweeting pictures, of course. So if I end up getting tackled by some security dude, I’ll just blame it on all of you…
Back to cupcakes…these things taste down-right pretty; they’re baby pink, paired with cream cheese frosting, and topped with shredded coconut. Try them. Embrace your girliness for gosh sakes, even if you’re a dude. Trust me–they’re worth it.
Here are a few other girly things I’m loving right now…
The first thing I ever learned how to cook was French toast. If I remember clearly, I learned how to make this when I was jumping on my parents bed…as they were sleeping. And in an attempt to get just 15 more minutes of shut-eye, my dad suggested that I make French toast. I stopped jumping. He explained. I listened. And then ran to the kitchen.
I imagine I was probably wearing my huuuge Tasmanian Devil t-shirt I always slept in. And I probably pulled one of those country-style chairs we had in the dining room, and positioned it up against the counter so I could reach. I’m also gonna assume that I made a gigantic mess. I think I was pretty good at that back then. And I’m positive that when I was all done and my parents ate it, they smiled and said it was good because they sorta had to. You don’t really tell your eight-year-old kid their French toast is gross.
This recipe is waaay different. I’ve grown up…not sure if you’ve noticed.
For one, my eight-year-old version of French toast had egg shells in it. I’ll bet on that. I wasn’t a good egg cracker. And I’m also guessing it had waaaay too much cinnamon and vanilla extract. I didn’t understand moderation. More was better. And it was on typical, wheat sandwich bread. This one, however, is on beautiful brioche. And instead of a typical egg/milk mixture, I’ve made a little custard, creme brulee style, to dip the Brioche in prior to frying. I’ve also topped it with mascerated strawberries–I’ll explain later…
This is what I like to call my redemption French toast.
When I was kid, the only thing my mom trusted me with in the kitchen was the salad. So every night, right before dinner was to be served, I was asked to come in the kitchen and make this bland, boring salad. I’d reluctantly tear up the lettuce, cut a tomato and cucumber and it’d be done—it was the easiest chore I had to do, but that memory has resulted in me being a non-salad eater. People love salads—me? Not so much. When I go to a restaurant, the salad section is usually not even an option for me, unless it’s a caprese salad, which isn’t really even a salad, it’s more like a cold appetizer. So I’m scarred for life—no salads for me…until…my trip to Raleigh, NC last month where I tried this incredible salad at Firebirds.