I’m currently sitting in the passenger seat with my laptop in my lap, while Josh drives. Amelia is in the backseat with her raincoat on, fully equipped for inclement weather, sleeping. We’ll be in The Bay soon.
It’s almost Christmas/Hannakuh and I have one last recipe to share with you before I peace out for the rest of the year!
One of my big highlights of 2016 for sure was going to Copenhagen. I still think about it often—everything from the politics to the food to Trivoli to the pretty and old cobblestone streets. The food was oh so good but I remember one thing that I totally didn’t find or stumble upon were ebelskivers. I looked! But it’s ok because I’ve had plenty at Broder Nord in Portland. I’ve been there a handful of times and the thing that is an absolute must to order are the ebelskivers with meyer lemon curd and lingonberry jam. They are SO good.
If you’re unfamiliar with these puffy balls of amazingness, they’re essentially Denmark’s version of a pancake. The batter is somewhat similar, except for the last step, which involves whipping egg whites until stiff and folding them into the batter. They’re light and fluffy and so delicious after having been cooked in butter for a few minutes.
I made regular ebelskivers for an Anthropologie post I did back in November but I didn’t post the recipe because they weren’t 100, as the kids say. They still needed a bit of work.
I didn’t love that they weren’t like perfect circles. They still tasted great and were fluffy and warm and delicious but it was just an aesthetic thingy for me.
Well, Josh sent me a post that Bo Bech posted, sharing how to get perfect circles! You basically add the batter to the ebelskiver cavity, cook it for a few minutes, turn it 90 degrees and add more batter. Cook it on a few more sides and that’s it. PERFECTION.
I’m not gonna lie, this week has been ROUGH. For a multitude of reasons but to top things off with a gigantic cherry and black sprinkles, on Wednesday when I was walking Amelia, we were attacked by two dogs who escaped their yard.
One was little, the other was big. They ran toward Amelia and attacked her, I tried to kick them, but since I live on an incredibly steep hill, I lost my balance and fell down the hill. I quickly got up to try and stop them again and that was when my neighbor, who is a pretty big dude, grabbed the scary big dog off of Amelia and put him back in his yard. I grabbed Amelia by the nape of her neck and walked her to safety. Since I was screaming “help, help, help!!” at the top of my lungs, people eventually came out to see if I was ok.
I was so incredibly thankful to Martin who saved Amelia. If he wasn’t there, I’m not sure when the fight would’ve ended. I know dogs are dogs and I definitely don’t blame them. Stuff happens. Accidents happen. But man, it has been a rough week, to say the least.
But we’re ok. I’m banged up but I’ll be ok. And Amelia protected herself so she’s magically ok too. She’s a feisty lil’ thing, she got it from her Mama. Haha.
Tonight I’m excited to rest and watch TV–something that is not the news.
I watched Mrs. Doubtfire the other night and I laughed so hard. I needed laughter. I needed Robin Williams type imitations and the restaurant scene?! It’s perfect.
It’s fun to think about because you prob don’t think about it all that often. The first thing I ever baked was probably a batch of alfajores with my mom and Tia Emilia. Or it might’ve been a Duncan Hines cake from a box with my mom. I can’t remember but it was definitely one of those!
The third thing I ever baked was probably beer bread because a friend of mine told me that it was something I couldn’t possibly mess up and she was right. It is one of those things that requires a handful of ingredients and absolutely no kitchen skills at all.
It’s probably the warmest and coziest of flavor combinations. It makes me want to put on a fluffy sweater and sit on my couch, watching tv or looking at the internets with Amelia by my side.
You might be wondering why oh why the internet is exploding with all the pumpkin things. It’s because there’s a #virtualpumpkinparty hosted by Aimee + Sara! It’s kinda like the pumpkin version of popsicle week, which is also a gigantic favorite of mine.
Hiiiii from high in the sky. I’m on my way to Atlanta to speak at Create + Cultivate. But first, I wanted to tell you about this little brunch I threw last weekend.
Growing up part of my childhood in South Florida, Cuban culture was ever-present. At family parties, Celia Cruz was always playing. As a teenager, my friends and I always went to Calle Ocho–which if you’ve never been–is so much fun and mayhem all at the same time. And most Sundays, mass was usually followed by brunch at this little Cuban restaurant down the street from our house.
So when Nespresso got in touch with me about throwing a Cuban-inspired brunch to celebrate their release of Cafecito de Cuba (the first ever Cuban coffee to come to The United States in over 50 years), I was like YES PLZZZZ.
If you’ve never had a cafecito, you’re in for a treat. Cafecito traditionally has a bit of raw cane sugar added to the first drips of hot coffee. This Cafecito de Cuba did not disappoint. It’s slightly sweet, intense, and strong—it wakes you right up! The flavor of the coffee is amazing; the texture is smooth and velvet-like.
I’ve been really inspired by Cuban interiors lately. (You’ve probably seen a ton of them on the Instagram, too). I love the range of colors; my favorite being green and pink and peach. I love the fruits like bananas and papayas and guavas.
It is official birthday season around these parts! Today is my birthday. And then next week is Amelia’s birthday (we’re both Libras, whatever that means). And then my brother’s birthday is the week after. YAY!
This means that my Abuelita calls me constantly hoping I got her card filled with a money order. When I was a bratty child, I would sort of roll my eyes but now as a very grown adult, I am so pumped to get her letter with a money order. I think it’s the cutest thing ever AND I love to say her name, how she signs it, in rapid Spanish, “Abuelita Margarita Maria.” It flows nicely.
SPEAKING OF THE YEAR OF COZY…do you live in Orange County? Do you not have a job…or at least a job that allows you to leave in the middle of the day for fun excursions? IF SO, come and meet me at Anthropologie at Fashion Island for a book signing.
Also Meghan from Real Housewives of OC has a candle shop in there and am excited to stop by. Haha.
A few months ago I made this Italian Plum Pistachio Cake and it was bomb dot com but really the part that I loved the most was the pistachio paste. IT WAS SO GOOD. When I made it I had to use all of it for the cake but I kept thinking, this should really be put on toast and consumed as a snack.
So, here I am, pushing this onto you all.
I should be fired because I’m about to mention the holidays in September…
…but this would be great to make for the holidays as gifts because it’s SO simple and easy…minus the peeling of pistachios.
Do yourself a gigantic favor and buy shelled pistachios. Treat ur self!
Do not be like me and spend 30 minutes shelling pistachios. There’s this very known trick that if you want to peel the skins off pistachios, you can cover them in boiling water and then rub them in a towel. I can tell you that it is 100% not worth the extra step.
If you want to get the purest of green color, then feel free to just rub the pistachios in between two towels when they’re dry and shelled. Some of the skins should fall off.
Let’s be honest, pistachio paste is not a beauty queen. It’s not the belle of the ball so just do what you need to do to make it look cute – put sprankles all over it.
I bought these pretty sprinkles in Denmark. I love them so much.
When I finally got it together and it was time to buy flour, I was like a little scared at all the flour options, and especially scared because they weren’t in English. I reached for my Google Translate app but I didn’t have any service in the damn market so I took a gamble. I went for a big bag, figuring it was most likely all-purpose.
The rest of the grocery shopping was interesting. Baking powder is “bagepulver“. I sorta figured it out. My milk purchased was assisted by an older woman who thought it was kinda funny that I was almost buying kefir. LAWD.
When I got home and started putting all the labels in google translate, I was like OH I BOUGHT RYE FLOUR OK.