If there’s one and only one silver lining to the unrelenting rainy season that is perennial to the Pacific Northwest, it is the abundance of wild mushrooms. I just love the idea that anyone can pull on some boots, trudge into the forest, and simply pluck such treasures from the ground if they care to look hard enough (and learn which types are safe and which are poison, of course). So few pleasures are free, ya know? Right now we are in peak wild mushroom season, and especially abundant at the moment is my favorite-favorite
Now that it’s basically October, it’s just beginning to get chilly. And the sun, bless its nuclear heart, is taking more and more of its sweet time getting out of bed. These conditions are not at all conducive to rising from warm fluffy slumber (ugh), putting on spandex (aw come on…), and going to the gym at 5:45 am (why is life??). I have an idea for you. A suggestion, really…
Are you starting to notice a chill in the air, finally? Someone must have flipped the switch this week near us- up until this week summer was still going strong with 90s/100s and sun, but today I am finding myself confused and sweatered. Normally at the first sign of chill I get down with some really mature, futile internal protesting. But this year I am just endlessly grateful for the rain that seems to be moving in, that we have been desperately needing to help put out the wildfires, which have been really, really bad this year.
Recently a work-friend graced me with a bounty of homemade peanut brittle, for no reason other than that she is very kind and lovely. It was an act of generosity that also happened to occur on a Monday, when I am especially in need of treats, bless her heart. For the record, the peanut brittle was fantastic and perfect. I, myself, have been in an absolute rut for food lately- just haven’t had much desire to experiment (haaaate that). But there are two important things that my Midwestern sensibilities have taught me: one, always return nice tupperware to its owner; and two,
On Sunday Ben and I are traveling home to Wisconsin for two (!) whole weeks. I couldn’t be more thrilled! In my mind I am already drifting belly-up on the lake (which I hear is super warm this year), ice cream sandwich in hand, the distinct bouquet of sunscreen mixed with grilled meats wafting through my brain. It’s going to be very, very rad. Corequisite to my excitement, I am also experiencing my typical pre-travel tailspin into madness and worst-case-scenarios. I have imagined all the ways
If you follow me on instagram you may have noticed my bold statement earlier in the week, involving chimichurri sauce and pesto, and how the former can defeat the ass of the latter any day of the week. I love making factual-esque statements about things that are actually entirely subjective. However, I concede that condiments really are in the eye of the beholder. Or something.
I’m doubtful anyone besides my mother has noticed, but I took a break from the blog for a few months. I tried to keep up during the winter season, but the near-complete lack of sunlight made for some intensely frustrating photo shoots. Many were scrapped. It was very discouraging, to say the least. I sensed my pattern of self-sabotage creeping up behind me
Guys, I am in a funk. And it’s not like James Brown’s funk, or the Isley Brothers’ funk. It’s a very non-awesome, kind-of toxic, super-blarghy-ultra-screw-up-expialidocious…funk. I’m making uncharacteristically dumb mistakes at work, my sleep schedule is out the window, and all I can seem to do right is binge watching Grey’s Anatomy in bed covered in cats who, at times, seem dubious about my hygiene (understandably).
Our first stop on this tour of everything-bagelization: soft pretzel bites. Have you made pretzel bites yet? Wowzer. They are every bit as incredible as typical soft pretzels (these taste just like Auntie Anne’s and I do not make that comparison lightly), but with a two-bite size that is made for Superbowl parties. Or movie nights, or days ending in y. Add some everything bagel sprinkle to this equation and you have yourself a truly next-level, transcendent snack food.
When you’re a true everything bagel aficionado, the bagel is not enough! Whip up a batch of this everything bagel sprinkle and get your fix at any time- the possibilities are endless.
Generally, I don’t give much attention to trending foods. It’s not because great ideas can’t be trending ideas, or that they become less great as they reach a wider audience- I’m not entirely sure. I think part of it is that there isn’t much room for creativity, and when I make something that I know has already been done before it precludes me from enjoying the self-satisfaction that results from introducing something totally unique and 100% mine. And honestly, the ubiquity and novelty just gets old after a while. Take the bacon trend, for instance. Bacon is one of the most outstanding and magical foods known to mankind, and yet, now when I see it haphazardly thrown into a perfectly good dessert just for the hell of it, I audibly groan. “Chocolate chip cookies… with BACON!” “Cinnamon rolls… with BACON!” “Pecan pie… with BACON!” I’m sure all of these recipes are delicious, but… it’s gimmicky, ya know?