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?!