Last year I stayed at home like the homebody that I am. I enjoyed it, honestly. I did just get a puppy corgi so I wasn’t super excited about going into the world of glittery dresses, cars and champagne and vomit, but this year is different! I’m actually going out. Josh and I are gonna watch one of his best friends get married on New Year’s Eve and I’m kind of excited to have a place to go, get all dressed up for and a group of people to celebrate with.
So, basically, what I’m saying is that I’m not making these Beet-Pickled Deviled Eggs because I’m going to a wedding and showing up with a homemade appetizer would probably piss off catering, but you definitely should! They’ll be the stunner of the appetizer table, I can guarantee it.
This week has been solid. Super solid. Lots of full days, long to-do lists and lots of check marks next to stuff. The feeling of “have- worked” is one of my favorites. It makes that shower and beer at the end of the day feel soooo good. I even drank a beer in the shower and it was amazing. Do you drink stuff in the shower?! I sometimes have my morning cup of coffee in there and I loooove it, though it is tricky. You don’t wanna get soap water in your coffee/beer/juice, you know?
Earlier this week there was a lil’ giveaway and one of you in the comments said, “I can’t wait to make Pumpkin French Toast…” and I was like, whaaaa, that’s a thing?! I couldn’t get it out of my brain. I had to make it immediately! And so I did. It was heaven on a plate. I’m not trying to be all bossy, but you need to make this for breakfast very, very soon. You’ll love it.
Look at this fine specimen! Last week I had a weird pancake craving. I don’t think it should be much of a surprise to anyone, but I have no interest in eating pancakes. I still love them. I adore them, actually. If you come to my house bearing a cappucino in your hand and you ask me to make you a stack, I’ll gladly do it. I actually love making them. I don’t know a gazillion recipes by heart, but I can make pancakes from memory. But, I’ve had my fill with them…or so I thought. Last week all I wanted was a stack of pancakes. Like a big fluffy stack. With warm syrup and lots of butter. But, I’ve been baking a lot and ran out of baking powder and baking soda, so I made a dutch baby instead. No leavening! Just eggs.
A little almond extract and slivered almonds made for a fun breakfast that I ate all by myself. Amelia stared at me the entire time. It was dog torture, but for her own good.
Fun fact about Dutch babies: they’re incredible fickle. If you add anything heavy to the batter like nuts or bacon or jam, the Dutch baby won’t rise. I found this out when writing the book. You must add any sort of topping right before you pull it out of the oven. They’re moody, delicious little things. They have an attitude.
There is no almond Dutch baby in the book, but there’s one on PBS Food today! I hope you bookmark this for Saturday morning. It’s a winner, for sure.
I’m an unbalanced breakfast eater. I either want a stack of pancakes with bacon and orange juice and, like, a strong spicy bloody mary…or nothing at all. I’m talking like a cup of coffee, while eating two stale tootsie rolls and scrolling through breakfast. I want dreamy breakfast or miserable breakfast. Nothing in between!
This is why this dish, to me, is dinner. The good news is that it sort of works for any time of day. It’s a good “anytime” meal. Buy the ingredients, have them on hand and make it when you feel like. It’s like a unisex shirt, it just works for everyone.
Hello there! Hi! Hai! This is what I like to call a major post. Three recipes all in one.
Think of it like a dinner party menu, all inspired by my favorite meal of the day: breakfast. There’s doughnuts, fancy popcorn (I eat this for breakfast), and a potato and chick pea hash cooked in duck fat. Holy moly! YES!
I made this for my friends. I honestly don’t have many dinner parties because I live in a teeny-tiny place and going out to restaurants is a serious hobby of mine. BUT last week was different; it was nice outside, I had rosé chilling in the fridge and I decided to make some breakfast for dinner.
We sat outside, we gossiped, we laughed. This all means summer is all up in our faces…and I’m excited about it. Aren’t you?!
Heeeeey! Hi. It’s Monday. I hope you’ve had your coffee because you’re about to hear me ramble on and on about what an awesome and easy dinner this is. Fuuuuuun!
I’d like to nominate this dish as one of my fav things to cook when I’m short on time and I want something easy that requires literally no brain power. “No brain power recipes” could be a whole cookbook idea. Seriously. Someone get on that!!
This recipe is way loose, and basically–minus the produce–a pantry dish. Pantry dishes are cool. Like, if you don’t have carrots, onions and garlic hanging out in your kitchen, it’s definitely not the end of the world. This thing will still work. Also–a plus–this dish is a like a unisex shirt–it can act as dinner or brunch. Niiiice!
P.S. This is the last of the videos for a while. Did you like them? I’ve been playing around with the idea of doing more videos for daaa blog and wanna know if you dig ’em! xx
Confession: sometimes I’m a brat. This is totally true. Sometimes I’m sleepy, my eyelids are heavy and I just want my way, like, right now.
Currently, if I could get my way in all things life, this is how it’d go:
1. More hours in the day for me to work and say hi to friends.
2. I’d be able to drink copious amount of gin without having an awful hangover face. I can’t swing it–not a youngin’ anymore, guys. Depressing.
3. I’d drink coffee at 9pm and still be in bed by midnight. I’m totally not sensitive to caffeine at 8am, but it ruins me after 6pm. Truly unfair.
4. At Chipotle I’d be able to assemble my very own burrito. They’re very nice people at Chipotle but I just wanna do it myself.
When I’m sensing my brattiness is taking over my usual good and positive nature, I gotta put myself in check. ‘Cause seriously look at what I made! Look at what I have had in my life! Crispy hash browns! With cheese! All topped with a runny egg. Such a good look!
I like to think that galettes are like lazy, messy, casual pies. You only sorta have to roll them out. You only sorta have to make them look pretty. But really, the messier the better. It’s about the easy.
I can’t really think of a meal of the day where easy is most welcomed than on a cold, hazy January morning.
Let’s have pie for breakfast. But let’s leave the fruit for the summer. It’s January. So, pie…with runny eggs, lots of cheese and salty bacon.
Do you wear perfume? What do you smell like? Is this a personal question? Prolly. I think it is.
I usually don’t like the smell of perfume; I just dig the smell of soap. But, for the past two weeks I’ve been thinking that maybe–since I’m a grown woman now–I should smell like something other than laundry detergent. You know, like, have a scent.
So I’ve been on the search. I’ve smelled a lot. Tested a lot. Sneezed a lot. Been grossed out by most. Too much perfume can be like nose pollution. It’s invasive. Don’t be invasive with your perfume–that’s just rude.
The one that I love over and over and over…the one I can’t get enough of: Chanel No. 5. Totally classic and pretty. Makes me feel like a lady. I can for sure picture myself as a grandma, with my wrinkly hands and gaudy broaches (plan on wearing those), smelling like it.
This week mini-life lessons were just flying all around me. Wanna hear ’em?! Of course you.
1. If you go to the movies with a boy and he ends up eating ALL of your Sour Patch Kid–that you specifically wanted to buy yourself so you didn’t have to share–and you find yourself annoyed, he’s not the right dude for you. You should WANT to share your Sour Patch Kids, you know?!
2. I just watched Clueless for the bajillioninth time and just realized it came out in 1995…WHAT?! That’s SO long ago. How is it still so amazing?! How are the clothes still relevant?! How do I STILL know practically every line in that movie?!
3. I call my mom too much. The woman has been out of the country for a week and I’ve reached for my phone to text/call her, like, a million times. It makes me feel like an orphan. So now I just email incessantly. And I’ve tried to call my dad to talk…but he just presses ignore, I think.
4. Don’t get addicted to those San Pellegrino Aranciata orange soda things. I’ve bought two six-packs in the past two days and now I’m kinda poor. Don’t go poor because soda. That’s just silly. Everyone knows if you’re gonna go poor because of anything it should be because of shoes.
5. Sweet potatoes aren’t yams. But yams are sweet potatoes. WHAT?! Good gracious, USDA, do you understand how confusing you’re making me/the entire country?