I don’t want to look at the calendar right now because it means we are really close to Summer coming to an end and the school hustle will set in and before you know it, I’ll have an 8 year old and then it’s Christmas and AHHHHHHHH. I just had to pause and catch my breath. Oh, wait. My birthday is coming up. I will be in my late 30s. Closer to 40. Not freaking out about THAT or anything. Don’t want to talk about that week where I woke up drenched in sweat. Nope. Let’s not discuss that. Don’t want to talk about how my hair stylist cut too much hair off and now my dreams of having an a-line bob are shattered…until I grow all that hair back again. Not a bummer AT ALL.
Let me show you one of my coping mechanisms. It’s called BAKING! I don’t normally use this coping mechanism because it coincides with another one of my coping mechanisms- EATING and then all of sudden I’m working on two coping mechanisms at once and things are alllllllllllllllllllllll crazy up in my world. Willpower has to find its way in somehow….
Really, I’m fine. I swear. I wanted to have something to get excited about for breakfast this week. Enter these Gluten Free Blueberry Cornmeal Muffins. They’re actually made mostly with almond flour. They taste like a cross between a cornbread muffin, a blueberry muffin and a bran muffin. But there’s something about the egg that makes it kinda like a macaron. The top is crispy and the insides are studded with juicy blueberries. I want to eat one warm, in a bowl with a dollop of Greek yogurt on top.
BTW, in this food fantasy, I’m not stress eating it. Just enjoying it…like a non stressed person eating a delicious muffin.
Raspberries are one of my favorite fruits. I could seriously eat three pints in one sitting if given the chance.
I probably have.
I recently bought The Broad Fork Cookbook after seeing Hugh Acheson talk at the Food & Wine event Aspen. ASSSSSSSPEN. I can’t say that word without an accent. I have mad respect for a chef who carries around a journal to write & draw in. Oh and he also wears crazy socks. So, yeah. Big fan. Also, this cookbook is all about vegetables so thanks for speaking my love language, Hugh.
This cobbler is exceptional. It’s alllllllll about the cornmeal. It’s like a cross between gooey cornbread and a cobbler and underneath you’ll find lemon scented juicy hot raspberries. I know what you’re having for breakfast this week! Scoop a little into your Greek yogurt this week or just stand over your kitchen counter and eat the cobbler out of the pan with a spoon. It’s what I did.
Can’t you picture Nigella Lawson eating Cold Sesame Noodles out of the fridge late at night on her television show? Remember Nigella’s show? She is probably one of the reasons I got into the food world in the first place. I binged watched her before we even had a DVR. That means I watched Nigella marathons… commercials & all. Nigella always drew me in because I loved watching her cook and eat with reckless abandon. A total pioneer for us domestic goddesses. Yeah I just typed domestic goddess. Settle into it. I’m closer to 40 now. Why did I type that?!!
I made this dish. I stood in the kitchen eating several forks full out of the bowls you see here. One bite turned into several and I think you know the kind of bites I’m talking about. The one where you’re “just checking the balance.” Or the one bite with a little more cucumber and then the next with more carrots. The bite where you drizzle a little sriracha on top. The one where you take leftover grilled shrimp from the fridge to see how that goes. The bite that’s your last bite…the perfect bite…the one you wish didn’t ever have to end.
This is one of those dishes that makes you so happy to see in the fridge…waiting for you after a long day at work. Although standing in front of the fridge in a silky robe while eating these noodles dish is entirely optional, I fully encourage you to give it a try.
We finally updated our laundry room closet! This small narrow space was driving me absolutely BONKERS because it was so disorganized and cramped. We all had some bad habits of shoving stuff in that corner when we didn’t want to deal with it. Actually…it was mostly me.
When we first moved into my childhood home, we used my parent’s washer & dryer (washer from my childhood!) until they stopped working. We bought ourselves front loaders and stacked them in this little closet instead of having them side-by-side. We wanted to put shelving in and paint the inside but didn’t have enough momentum so I put a super cheap IKEA shelf from our old house in the small/narrow space and called it done “for now.” Shelf was too narrow and a poor use of space. It’s gone and a new organizing system is in place. Let me show you!