’Tis the season! I feel like the day after Thanksgiving my neighborhood goes into Holiday high gear. Literally every single house in my neighborhood is already decked out with holiday decorations, trees, Santas on the roof. I’m over here trying to recover from Thanksgiving lol.
Today is as good as any day to get the party started! I’m starting easy, grooving into the holiday season with breakfast. For this post, I teamed up with JUST and their new product JUST Egg. I used it over the summer, remember? It’s a product that truly blows my mind because it’s made from mung beans and yet it tastes just like eggs (texture and flavor). It’s wild!
When I set out to make this book I wanted it to be a bit different than this blog; I wanted it to be an extension, tell a slightly different story. It is just that. It’s a story about working through all the muck that is our mundane and very normal and, often times, challenging lives. It’s about controlling what you can in life because sometimes things aren’t so easy. One thing I found I could control was my thoughts, how I spent my free time and my perspective. I know this idea sounds a bit lofty and it sort of is. The inspiration came from listening to This is Water by David Foster Wallace, a life-changing listen (if you haven’t, I highly recommend it).
While the book’s introduction may sound a bit like, ok calm down, Adrianna, the rest of the book is happy. It’s broken up into sections: “Make,” “Live, “Do.” There are DIYs, recipes and ideas to make your day a bit sweeter.
There’s also a ton of Amelia. Hello grain-free doggie doughnuts!
Today I’m sharing a recipe for Fruit Sugars. It took me a looooong time to figure out this recipe and when I finally nailed it, I felt silly because it really couldn’t be simpler. Freeze dried fruit is pulsed in a food processor and then mixed with sugar and a teeny bit of water. As you mix the two vigorously with your fingers, the sugar will take on the fruit’s color. I think it’s beautiful.
Put this sugar in tea. Sprinkle it on cookies. Put it on all the things!!!
I’m not sure you know how much A Cozy Kitchen means to me. I imagine you don’t because I don’t really talk about it all that often, do I?
The whole world could be crumbling, but as long as I can bake and cook and shoot and do it with Amelia by my side and you reading, all will be ok.
This space encourages me, it inspires me, you inspire me. Thank you so much for hearing my very hormotional rant right now. Thank you for spending your hard-earned money on my book. And thank you for simply being here and reading this. I appreciate you all so very much.
When I fly home, I always get a call from my mom right before my flight takes off, “will you be wanting animal flesh for dinner.” She’s not kidding…haha. My mom has been vegan for a long time now and while I can’t imagine being vegan, her body has never felt better. I remember, as a kid, she’d always get stomach aches and feel sick after she ate meat and dairy. It really does prove that everyone’s body is different and what works for one person, won’t always work for another.
Luckily these vegan pancakes don’t taste vegan. They’re fluffy, tender, soft and are pleasantly sweet. If you’re vegan, you’ll be delighted that they’re dairy and egg-less; if you’re not vegan, you won’t be able to taste a difference, I promise.
I’m not gonna be home with my mama this Mother’s Day (I mailed off this box a few days ago!), but if I was, I’d make her a stack of these pancakes. She has a recipe similar to this, that I created for her so she can get her pancake-making on.
This stack is a bit fluffier (I played with the leavenings a bit more), a bit sweeter than my typical pancakes (I think it pairs well with the tart blueberries) and there’s a hint of almond flavor thanks to the almond milk.
Amazing things always happen to me when I’m at Michael’s. This one time I saw a Marisa Tomei and I was freaking out because I grew up loving her. My Cousin Vinny? I was way too young to waatch it but that didn’t stop me from taking peeks from the hallway. I would do that as a kid: sneak out of room at night, sit in the hallway that allowed me to peer straight into the living room while still being out of sight, and watch the movies my parents watched. They had no idea that their “date for two” in front of the TV actually included a third wheel.
Then there was this other time that I saw an older gentlemen in a fly fisherman’s outfit have a meltdown because the coupon on his phone wasn’t working–it was a sight. And then yesterday, as I was shopping for candy-making materials, I turned around to see an old dude slap his wife’s behind. She laughed and playfully slapped him back. While it was a little awkward to witness, it actually made me smile. When you’re young it’s hard to imagine what being married for a long time must be like. Everything is so new and fresh and first-timey at this age. But when you’re older, perhaps flirting with each other is even more important.
I went on my run and thought about them, imagining how much life they’ve lived together, how many kids they’ve raised and wondered how many hardships they’ve survived. I do that sometimes: imagine people’s “stories.” I sometimes think going through that much life together can either tear you apart or bond you in a way that is unbreakable. We all wish for the latter. So, him slapping her ass made me happy is all…haha. It made me believe that perhaps love lasting a lifetime really can happen.
I came home and made a rendition of this smoothie bowl. It is, after all, what I have most days either immediately after my workout or for breakfast.
My Sunday rituals are strong. They usually start with an early trip to the farmer’s market, followed by lots of recipe testing. I love cooking on Sundays. And then, TV. Lots of that too.
The past few Sundays, I’ve spent watching Game of Thrones and I’m gonna lie, I barely understand what’s going on. Still. But I keep watching, thinking someday I’ll understand every single character, their family, etc. It’s wishful thinking, really.
Silicon Valley is more my steez. Lots of awkwardness and a CEO who wears those tennis shoes that slip on like socks. Those are so strange. Why do those exists?! I don’t get it.