I picked up a new hobby. Pottery. Wheel throwing, to be precise. It started as a fun little idea of “trying something new,” which then transpired into me being amongst 300 (!!) people signing up at 7am on a random Saturday morning. (Yes, 300 people showed up to sign up for art classes.) There was a lottery for the pottery class I wanted and I was chosen! I never win anything. Ever. So, I obviously went to my first class, which was this past Monday, and well, let’s just say I had an accident.
It was a scene straight out of a romantic comedy and I was playing one of those dumb awkward girls who are cute and happen to bump into everything. (This doesn’t happen in real life, guys.) So there I was, pushing the wheel with my right foot, attempting to center my piece of clay, except I was unknowingly working with a faulty wheel, so when I went to press the clay down it flew off the wheel, hitting my bucket of water, hitting other students and pouring all over electrical cords. My stern (sort of of mean-ish) teacher kept saying in her Eastern European accent, “Dis has never ever happened. Thirty yearrrrz of teaching, never happened. I can’t believe it. Thirty yearzzz.”
So is pottery going well? I’d say it could be going better. Wheel throwing is awkward, it hurts my back and I apparently am dangerous. Burning bananas and folding them into a batter is what I’m better at. Doing this sort of activity is familiar, comforting and tastes delicious. I’m going to stick with pottery to see if I can get better, but if you sit next to me, you might need to wear a helmet. You have been warned.
This is a story of how I turn three super ugly, sad (do you see what I did below?) bananas into something interesting, comforting and delicious! I went on a short road trip this past weekend and when I returned the three bananas I bought for a healthy granola breakfast had turned into a hideous, dark brownish sight.
I think banana bread is the go-to thing to make when you’re dealing with unattractive, super ripe bananas. This version has a few unexpected yet delicious twists that I’m really into.
The banana bread starts in normal fashion: ugly bananas being mashed up. I added a few splashes of milk, a generous drizzle of honey and a flew glugs of orange blossom water.
Pardon me while I get all bossy on you, BUT you must make this cake.
When I was lil’ Adrianna, I always dreamed about having a big sister. I wanted someone to steal clothes from, teach me how to French braid, paint my nails all gloopy and gross-like, steal my boyfriends (do sisters do this? I watch a lot of romantic comedies) and most importantly, I wanted someone to boss me around. I thought that bossy/bratty dichotomy between elder sister and younger sister seemed so fun.
Instead, I was born the older sister to a younger brother who was victim to a few non-requested beauty “makeovers” and a healthy dose of bossy-Adrianna.
Right now, I’m taking this big sister role seriously and being super bossy and telling you to make this G.D. cake!
I’m doing a little series with Kin Community and I figured I’d share the first (of six!) video that was all about me making a recipe inspired by one of this year’s Oscar best picture nominations. I picked Hugo because the thought of making something inspired by my favorite movie this year, Tree of Life, seemed complicated and depressing. If you’ve seen Tree of Life, you know what I mean. Good gracious…that movie made me hate/love life (in a good way!). Hugo, however, was pretty adorable. I figured crepes would be cool, even though there’s really no eating in the movie–you know, ’cause they’re poor street children; so this recipe is probably what they wish they could eat. That’s kinda sad! Anyway, Hugo is a good movie–it’s Scorcese’s old man film. I totally dig it. So here you are…Chocolate Banana Bourbon Crepes.
P.S. Isn’t it weird hearing bloggers’ voices for the first time. I read so many blogs and obviously read all of their writing in my own head-voice, so it’s always super weird hearing their voices. Hope it’s equally as strange for you to hear mine. 🙂 xo
This is kind of an insane recipe title. I understand. I do.
You’re really supposed to be gawking at a fried fluffernutter sandwich, BUT when I posted the picture (above) on Instagram/Twitter, people started asking me if it was French toast. I was conflicted.
Do I fry these cute little heart shaped marshmallow things? Or do I just put it in a pan with a little butter? Sort of a no-brainer, right? Yes, total no-brainer.
French toast sounds healthier. We like this…even if it’s a total lie, we still like it. Also, if you want to be a total psycho, you can even have this for breakfast, rather than for dessert. I have no objections. Lastly, no hot oil.
Hot oil isn’t romantic; French toast is (I think?)…