Gluten-free, Makes one 9×5 loaf (10 slices)
One of my favorite things to do while lounging at my parents’ house in Illinois is to take full advantage of their well-stocked kitchen. Since it’s almost Thanksgiving and pumpkin is one of my favorite ingredients, I set about baking a pumpkin loaf for my parents.
Summer’s coming! Well for those of us living in the non-temperate Northern Hemisphere it is anyway. And with summer comes the bountiful fresh fruit and frequent summer barbecues. Usually when I go to a barbeque I’ll like to bring some sort of dish with substance, to show off the homemade veggie burgers and quiches, but sometimes, you just gotta be lazy. Let someone else do that work for you.
When that happens my go-to dish is often a fruit salad. Because they’re delicious and healthy and there’s almost nothing better than fresh fruit! And it’s really something you can’t have too much of.
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.
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.