Hi Friends! I hope this week is gently easing you into a nice long weekend filled with people you love and these s’mores bars.
Somehow three-day weekends always sneak up on me, but this one has me super excited for my niece’s first birthday and the BABY Jordans she may or may not be sporting by the end of the day. (Seriously, I’m obsessed with them.) We’ll also take a hike and a picnic where my husband proposed to me, and I’ll carefully pack these little bars in wax paper for the journey.
This is not a new thing to the internet, but it’s new to me, and I hope it is to you as well. This recipe is very …keep reading
Y’all. Is it getting hot where you are? It’s starting to feel like summer in California, and the warm breezes and hot sun have me bursting out the door in the morning ready to take on the day…it’s got me feelin’ Good As Hell.
I’ve geared up for summer with my new side hustle as a spin instructor (with this song on repeat), with chilled gazpacho on the patio, with a new striped maxi dress, and with these creamy, dreamy, frosty pops.
These popsicles fall in to the guilt-free dessert zone for me. No added …keep reading
Looking for baking inspiration on a rainy day, I was thumbing through some of my favorite cookbooks when I remembered that I just recently unpacked my grandmother’s recipe file. It’s truly a thing of beauty.
The pages are lightly browned with age and falling out, the torn tabs range from “_heese and Egg Di__es” to “Pies and Pastri__,” and all the while my grandmother’s perfect script rolls across the pages. Magazine and newspaper clippings are tattered and falling out from behind their dividers. The advertisements from her magazine recipes make me smile — with a grinning 50’s housewife and lines like, “Everyone loves you when you bake cookies,” and “Sweet treats with marshmallows please everyone.” And of course, there’s a …keep reading…
Hello fellow fall-lovers, and welcome to the best time of year. A long, tomato and cocktail-filled summer is now behind us, and we can greet autumn with a warm scarf, warmly spiced sweets, a hot cup of coffee, and a comforting bowl of carrot ginger soup.
In an wonderfully cliché manner, I wandered around Berkeley neighborhoods with my man yesterday – hot coffee in hand and crunchable golden leaves galore – and I became giddy with the feeling that fall has finally arrived as I planned our evening menu of pumpkin leek soup with mustard croutons and roasted pumpkin seeds. The only things missing were a plaid flannel and boots. We may have also purchased decorative gourds and a pumpkin ale, and I may have required a cozy blanket while we enjoyed them out on the balcony. No shame – I want all the autumnal clichés! To round them out, we’re also having a pumpkin carving party soon.
Another thing that I always associate with cooler weather is spiced nuts. My mom makes …keep reading!
You have popsicle molds, right?? If you don’t, you need to raid the summer sale section of the store today.
Everyone needs a cold, refreshing treat when it’s blazing hot outside, and easy homemade pops are clearly the way to go. Lately I’ve just been buying bags of frozen organic berries, blending them up, and mixing in a hint of sweetness and a fun add-in or two. One of my recent favorites is raspberries with lemon and a splash of cherry simple syrup (And if you’re willing to invest in a more involved pop, my Creamy Pistachio Cardamom Pops are off the hook.)
Looking to mix it up, I tried a coconut milk-based pop with blueberries, and then I got a little crazy…hang with me for a minute. I added honey for sweetness, lemon zest for brightness amongst all the creaminess, and lastly, fresh thyme to mirror the lemoniness and add that earthy, herby note the way thyme does.
This one is a little on the adventurous side, but I think the combo is definitely worth a try. My professional taste-testers (*cough* boyfriend *cough* roommate) wanted to make sure Continue reading
I have a small confession. I don’t looooove plums. (Read: I would never purchase plums, but I suppose if you serve them for dessert, I’ll eat one.) It’s really the pit and juice combo that gets me. They don’t release their pit easily – they hold on for dear life and get juice all over your mouth and arms in the process. It’s a struggle. I’ll struggle for artichokes, mangoes, and pomegranates but not for plums. Not worth it.
My guy recently bought pluots…a whole bag of pluots. To me, pluots seem like a terrible idea, because they’ve taken the splendid little sweet and tart apricot and made it worse with a juicier, sweeter flesh and a pit that won’t quit. What to do with an entire bag of these little jerks?
I’m trying to become the kind of baker who is always five steps ahead. I
used to be still am the kind of baker who realizes she forgot the eggs at the store for the chocolate mousse or sometimes forgets to start the slow-roasted tomatoes ahead of time. Thankfully working at the bakery has largely changed the way I plan, move, and juggle things in the kitchen.
I have loved baking and cooking since I was little, but I never imagined I would actually be a baker by profession. It’s been quite an adjustment from sitting on my yoga ball at the nonprofit, jumping from meeting to meeting and answering emails all day. I would say I’ve loved every minute of it if it weren’t for the initial wrist/back/feet/exhaustion issues that come with a standing, labor-intensive job, but my co-worker told me at the beginning, “Yeah, your body will fall apart, but don’t worry, it will all come back together soon.” I didn’t believe her at the time, but thank goodness she was right.
How you doin? Feelin’ fresh?
Doing things that make you feel good? Getting enough sleep/ exercising/ making time with friends/ setting aside time for yourself?
I’m still adjusting to life as a baker. Finally feeling like I’m locked into a schedule that involves sunlight, humans, and sadly some traffic, I’m trying to juggle in all of the above. Sleep and personal time seem to be the first things to go…let’s try not to burn out, shall we?
Notice I didn’t mention food in my list of feel-good necessities? Well, that’s because I don’t know whether to recommend healthy food or tasty treats – every day I’m torn between feeling healthy/sexy and TREAT YO’SELF.
The struggle is real. Especially working in an amazing bakery, having the best pastries in the city at my fingertips all day. (Hence my, “Katie, don’t be an asshole” diet….it’s a balance.)
No matter what you have going on this fine weekend in February – snuggling with your roommate’s cat/ hot date/ dinner with girlfriends – I highly suggest that you TREAT YO’SELF (and the lucky people you choose to include) to this dark chocolate mousse. It’s divine. It’s pinkies up. It’s too easy not to. …keep reading!
It’s “A pair of Hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots/ Is the wish of Bonny and Ben/ Dolls that will talk and go for a walk/ Is the hope of Janice and Jenn!” …was my response to my coworker’s question, “who even knows those lyrics anyway?!”
I was then affectionately (I hope) deemed a Christmas nerd who probably has elf ears ready to wear at a moment’s notice :) While I don’t have elf ears, I do have the banisters wrapped in holly garlands, a centerpiece of gold pinecones and nutcrackers, and seasonal soap, of course.
What can I say? I love the Christmas season. I often feel just as excited as Buddy the Elf. All the decorations, the music, the family time, the movies, and obviously the COOKIES. Oh! Remember these Spiced Molasses Cookies?! Or the Chocolate Walnut Sandwich Cookies with a Salted Caramel Filling? YES. Make them all.
I’ve done something terrible. And by terrible, I mean ridiculously awesome. I’m sorry to torture you with this when there you are (probably), comfortably not thinking about fresh cinnamon rolls, ooey and gooey with their decadent cinnamon filling, slathered with a coffee bourbon glaze, and turning your kitchen into the smell of a heavenly bakery with that beautiful yeasted dough.
Oh boy, I really went off there…can you tell I’m in love? Seriously guys, these came out of the oven around 6PM yesterday and promptly turned into dinner….a three bun dinner. I regret nothing.
This feels like a “I’m sorry/you’re welcome” kind of recipe. …Keep reading!