Hello there. It’s been awhile. Many months in fact since our last post. What have I been up to? Well I went to Colombia, got salmonella, was sick in bed for about 6 weeks, then scrambled to get caught up with work and other things.
Then we had the holidays, I tried a juice fast for 2 days, which was killed one meal-time early with an unpalatable kale juice… I was finally rejuvenated on a family vacation in Maui for a week and now it’s the near year, crisp, bright, and fresh. And I’ve started cooking interesting food again. Homemade linguine with a creamy tomato vodka sauce, chickpea cutlets with ratatouille, and weekend brunch of poffertjes–an adorable little dutch yeasted pancake made of buckwheat.
Last week, I made these mini-deep dish pizzas for a chicago-themed dinner party. In the chicago deep dish tradition, these little guys were stuffed with cheese and filling and topped with a layer of tomato sauce. They were a huge hit, with people trying to take more than their share, getting into epic battles over the last ones… Okay, I exaggerate, but they really were popular! And I can see why. We had stuffed them with a homemade giardiniera, which is a very popular condiment in Chicago.
These were super easy to make, though I guess a little more work than just making one large pizza, but as an added bonus, they are extremely cute! They make perfect appetizers, side dishes, or snacks. The mini pizzas were so tasty that I had to share them (that is to say, they were so good I had to make them again immediately). Continue reading
I love bagels. It has been said that the road to my heart is paved with bagels. This is quite possibly true. Well, bagels and cupcakes.
Cream cheese always weirded me out, and so I didn’t try it until my freshman year of college. I was headed back to school and my boyfriend at the time was flying with me. He got hungry in the airport and bought himself a jalapeño cheddar bagel with plain cream cheese. I was suspicious of the cream cheese, but after some cajoling, he convinced me to have a bite. There was no turning back. I ate half of his bagel, and would have eaten it all if he had let me. From that point on, I started eating way too many bagels (hah, as if there were such a thing as too many bagels). Continue reading
Some of my fondest memories growing up are of my family’s typical lazy, laid-back weekend brunches. These brunches usually consisted of our favorite whole grain pancakes, my dad’s tofu scrambler, and some veggie sausage links.
I’m the type of person who likes to eat relatively soon after waking up most mornings, and this was especially the case as a kid. Saturday and Sunday mornings however, I would find myself holding off on my normal breakfast of cereal in hopes that my dad would offer to make tofu scrambler and pancakes for us. Luckily for me, this happened more weekends than not.
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting on my couch petting my cat after dinner dreaming of desserts. I often do this. That is, think about desserts and without actually making any or eating any. It’s just kind of a thing to do.
Anyway, as I was sitting there, I had this sudden desire to eat a blueberry coffee cake with a big topping of limey-fresh crumb. I’m not sure where this desire came from, seeing as I have never been a big coffee cake girl. (This might be related to the fact that I’m not a coffee person in general). I let the idea simmer in the back of my mind over the next couple of weeks, almost forgetting about it, dealing with other life-events.
It goes without saying that it’s a cold, windy, blizzardy day in Chicago. Most of us are stranded at home, or at least pretended that we were to avoid the trek to work. And Leila, my beautiful sister and fellow blog writer, came for a visit. As it wasn’t the best day to venture out into the city, we stayed at home and made burgers to remind us of warm summer nights spent out in the backyard. Actually growing up we didn’t grill outside that frequently, but burgers make a great summer backyard meal, and so it’s close enough.
If there was ever a sassy cupcake, this would be the one. A dash (well, maybe more) of peppery cayenne, a sprinkle (okay, more than that) of spicy sweet cinnamon and the smoothness of the delectable chocolate. I used your traditional moist and rich chocolate crazy-cake recipe as the base, just adding the cinnamon and cayenne for flavor. It pairs perfectly with the cinnamon buttercream frosting I’ve topped it with.