Quest-worthy chewy chocolate brownies
I’ve been on a valiant quest – full of risks and moments of false hope and failures and times of despair.
And success.
Posts tagged ‘recipe’
Jul 20
Summer cocktails: Front porch lemonade (with bourbon, ginger, and mint)
Here are some things I like: lemonade; fresh mint; front porches; bourbon; my husband.
Being a woman of action, here’s what I do about that:
Buttermilk anything cake
Sometimes I go a bit overboard with fruit. Summer comes and suddenly there are peaches and apricots and cherries and everything all over the place, and I just can’t help myself. I buy boatloads, and then we end up needing to eat eight pieces a day just to make it through.
Jun 10
Stuffed zucchini blossoms with mozzarella, basil, and cornmeal
I’m in Europe right now. Well, let’s hope to god that I’m in Europe right now, since due to internet magic I’m writing this before I go but it should be posting while I’m there, and I definitely should be there.
Let’s let that sink in for a minute. (The me being in Europe thing – I’m pretty sure we’re all way used to internet magic by now.)
Now that we’re all over the excitement of me being in Europe, lounging in heurigen and eating my weight in saurkraut on a daily basis, let’s move on to squash blossoms.
Jun 1
A bit of broccoli rabe detox, perhaps?
This is a pretty common occurrence in my life:
- Go out of town. See lots of people. Schedule every breakfast, lunch, mid-afternoon snack, dinner, and post-dinner drinks time. Eat out approximately six times per day.
- Pants get anxious.
- Don’t exercise nearly as much as at home.
- Pants give warning.
- Bring tons of food on return journey, because there were so many bakeries/restaurants/delis/grocery stores that couldn’t fit in ridiculous vacation schedule.
- Pants begin routine of punishment, particularly when in contact with a very small, hot airplane seat. Discomfort ensues.
- Get home. Experience separation anxiety from kitchen; bake at least three things in the first 36 hours.
- Pants stage a coup; jersey skirts and yoga pants triumph and reign over life for a week or so.
Throw a wedding weekend into that mix – full of celebratory meals and drinks with friends and some of the most amazing cake I’ve ever had – and things are even more out of control. So that’s why I came home craving foods in various shades of green and beverages in various states of not alcohol. (And by that I really mean one particular state of not alcohol, that being: 100% not alcohol.) Read more
