With fresh blueberries galore sitting in my fridge and I didn’t want them to go to waste so yesterday I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast and mini blueberry crumb bars for me and the munchkin…
These are really easy to make and a great way to use up some fresh blueberries. This is one of my favorite blueberry recipes! I got the recipe from Smitten Kitchen.There’s also beautiful step by step photos on her site.
Here’s the recipe from Smitten Kitchen:
1 cup white sugar 1 teaspoon baking powder 3 cups all-purpose flour 1 cup cold unsalted butter (2 sticks or 8 ounces) 1 egg 1/4 teaspoon salt Zest and juice of one lemon 4 cups fresh blueberries 1/2 cup white sugar 4 teaspoons cornstarch
1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Grease a 9×13 inch pan.
2. In a medium bowl, stir together 1 cup sugar, 3 cups flour, and baking powder. Mix in salt and lemon zest. Use a fork or pastry cutter to blend in the butter and egg. Dough will be crumbly. Pat half of dough into the prepared pan.
3. In another bowl, stir together the sugar, cornstarch and lemon juice. Gently mix in the blueberries. Sprinkle the blueberry mixture evenly over the crust. Crumble remaining dough over the berry layer.
4. Bake in preheated oven for 45 minutes, or until top is slightly brown. Cool completely before cutting into squares.
I like to cut everything up in mini food form for me and my toddler.
I do not eat raw bananas but will devour any banana flavored or baked goodies. It’s one of those weird things about myself and my toddler inherited too LOL.
In fact, I love baking with ripened bananas. You know when they get so disgustingly brown and ready to smush? So variations of banana breads and muffins are something that I regularly bake for my family. The little one especially loves the muffins, but I’ve been on the search for something other than the typical banana bread variation. VIOLA! I share with you- Banana Chocolate Chip Cookies!
These cookies are super soft and almost bread like. I would compare it to the softness of a muffin top. Recipe follows below:
Banana Chocolate Chip Cookies
2 1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup butter, room temperature
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 cup mashed bananas ( I had 3 really ripened bananas so i just used them all in my case)
2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or use silpat.
In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda and salt. Set aside.
In a large bowl, cream together butter and sugars until light and fluffly. Beat in eggs one at a time and add your vanilla extract and mashed banana.
Shape dough into 1 to 1 1/2” balls and place on prepared baking sheet. Leave about 3 inches between these cookies spread.
Bake 11-14 minutes, until light golden brown. Allow them to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring onto wire rack to cool completely. Enjoy!
I’ve been so busy the past couple of months that I haven’t had a chance to blog much- so here I return with a delicious pumpkin muffin recipe perfect for this time of year! Seems like it was just summer and now BAM! all the leaves are now changing colors to the beautiful hues of Fall we all love. The apple orchards here are brimming with perfect apples and of course the pumpkins and gourds galore! Nothing beats a New England fall…it really is such a wonderful time of year.
I’m always enjoying all the pumpkin flavored drink concoctions and baked goods this time of year… but it is always so much nicer to bake a lovely batch of warm muffins on a chilly fall morning for your loved ones. I made these this morning and they are super moist and just the right amount of sweetness. My toddler LOVES it.
This recipe makes a dozen delicious muffins.
Pumpkin Streusel Muffins
1 can or 15 oz pumpkin puree
1/2 tbsp vanilla extract
1 1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/3 vegetable oil
2 large eggs
1/2 cup + 1 tbsp brown sugar
1/2 cup +1 tbsp white sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
A pinch of nutmeg
2 pinches of salt
1/4 cup all purpose flour
2 1/2 tbsp sugar
Handful of pecans (or walnuts) chopped finely
1 1/2 tbsp of unsalted butter at room temperature
1/4 tsp cinnamon
Prepare your topping by mixing softened butter with the sugar. Add your nuts, flour and cinnamon and mix but do not OVER mix- it should resemble the texture of bread crumbs.
Preheat oven to 350F.
Whisk egg, brown sugar, white sugar and vegetable oil. Add in vanilla extract and pumpkin puree. Sift all your dry ingredients (flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt) into the wet ingredients. Stir and whisk til everything is combined nicely. Now scoop the batter into muffin cups, sprinkle your topping and bake for 25-30 minutes.
Can you believe we’re already in July?! I swear, I still feel like New Year’s Eve was just 2 weeks ago. It’s crazy how time is just zooming by! Next thing you know, I’ll be posting Thanksgiving and Christmas recipes! Actually, now that I think I about it, I should start researching Thanksgiving dishes. I like planning in advance. Jason thinks I’m crazy for mentioning Thanksgiving this early in the year but I think it’s just having good sense! Wouldn’t you foodies agree?
Cran-Pistachio White Chocolate Chip Cookies Recipe
In my efforts to finish off the last batch of pistachios (I had in this huge bag- I’ve been snacking on for months!) and a little left over white chocolate chips- I was on the search for something quick and easy- and I found a cran-pistachio cookie recipe from the girls who ate everything’s blog-so I just added the white chocolate chips and tadaaa!
It’s incredibly easy cookie recipe for any pistachio lover. The texture of these cookies is so amazingly soft and chewy.
I love making muffins. That’s just a fact. But do you know what I hate making? Anything that uses a loaf pan. It’s my krytopnite. Seriously, every time I set out to make a loaf, it is an utter disaster. I put way too much batter into the pan so the sides burn up and then the middle doesn’t…
So yesterday, I'm starving after walking around 10 miles at the Zoo followed by shopping around the mall...in heels.
I'm patiently waiting for my bento box order to be cooked fresh to order when I notice the hibachi cook keeps smiling at me and is speaking Chinese to his fellow cook. I smile back thinking maybe this will speed it up only to be bombarded by cries of "China?! China?!?"
Hibachi cook:*outburst of Chinese*
Hibachi cook:"You China?"
Hibachi cook:*while cooking away* "Japan? Japan?"
Im not Chinese nor Japanese and I just want my cheap hibachi mall food!!!
At this point, I'm annoyed and about to faint from hunger. To make things worse, he's clearly talking about me to his fellow cook like straight up pointing at me and saying something about "Japan".
I conclude that a small part of me must enjoy being tortured. Why else would I browse through and fixate upon countless and glorious images of food at this hour? 2am. From sweets, to junk food, to beautifully crafted cuisine- I yearn.
It’s not like I’m going to succumb to my cravings at this hour! Instead, I lay here looking at the pictures while I pine away and think to myself “how wonderful that must taste” “I wonder how to make that?”
I could read, watch a movie, or do something else while my two loves sleep so peacefully… Instead I find myself drawn to the pics…purposely torturing myself.
I have a habit of noticing small things that in passing that just MOVE me-sometimes evoking happiness and other times sadness. Catching glimpses of someone else’s life based on simple things they say and or reactions in a given situation. Yes-perhaps I could be mistaken seeing that they are based on impressions and assumptions but REAL nonetheless.
Today, as I waited for our lunch order at panera bread, I caught a glimpse into a old woman’s life clearly suffering from early stages of Alzheimer’s. So this woman in her late 70s perhaps 80s, was with who appeared to be her son. They ordered their meal right before me and I clearly overheard her order- she ordered the summer salad. When it came time to pick up the order, the old woman was all confused first asking her son “where is my sandwich?” over and over again getting more frantic in tone. Her son tried his best to calm her down and explain to her that the salad was what she ordered and she immediately got angry. She was denying that she ordered the salad and then got confused as to where we were. I just felt so bad and awful standing there watching this happen. The man looked so embarrassed and frustrated- I smiled at him then felt foolish for doing so- as if my smile could somehow ease his distraught. The panera bread workers were so kind and immediately offered to change out her salad for a sandwich if that’s what she wants. It was nice to see that kindness still exists in the oddest of places and strangest of moments. It was such a sad glimpse though into this relationship of old woman and son. All the more, adding to my fear of aging and getting old. But it is so comforting to know that I have a sweet and kind husband who loves me and always tells me he looks forwards to getting old together.
Husband: “umm Hunnie u have something on ur eye. What is that sparkly stuff on ur eye? Is that…*pause* glitter?”
Me: “yes it’s glitter…sparkles…u know eye makeup. I did it on purpose.”
Husband: “ohhhhh. *pause n genuine look of confusion* why do u have glitter on ur eyes during the day though? Isn’t it for clubbing? It’s not like ur going to the club baby.”
Me: “HEY glitter eye makeup isn’t just for the club! Glitter makes everything better!” *angryface*
Husband is smart enough to be quiet n leave the glitter retired club du whore queen aka me- alone and to her own devices.
Morals of story:
ONE-glitter is appropriate anytime according to the glitter retired club du whore queen
TWO-don’t come between a girl n her glitter-it is her fairy dust
THREE-men don’t try to understand makeup-all u gotta know is that it makes everyone -yes EVERYONE look better
Sometimes…a million zillion thoughts and ideas race through my head. I fear that if I don’t express them that they will just disappear and become nothing but a waste-only to leave me feeling unsatisfied and somewhat empty.
Sometimes…I try to visualize how I will look or what I will be doing when I’m “old”. Old as in 50 yrs and up. I know its not really that old but I consider that age old and it is frightening to me because my father died suddenly at age 49 never reaching his 50th birthday.
“Until you have known a woman, you can not understand what you would be giving up."
"I don’t care about that!" Jon said hotly.
"You might, if you knew what it meant," Benjen said.”—Game of Thrones- George R.R. Martin
“I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. It wasn’t pleasure I was after, it was knowledge. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with, and in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die.”—Dangerous Liaisons
ive always had a weakness for trying to fix things and rescuing people that are in distress. i guess i feel a huge sense of accomplishment- when i know that i did IT- that lil ole me made a difference in someone’s life for the better- whether it be a small thing or a life changing big thing.
maybe its my empathic nature or my motherly instinct, but i like taking care of people and putting a smile on someone’s face if only for a passing moment.
feeding those who are hungry. offering consolation to those who are disappointed. comforting those who are sad. adding laughter when nothing seems to be funny.
afterall, we are all broken robots. and at some point we all will need to be rescued.
Yesterday Dyl refused to eat his dinner. I guess he gets cravings like I do bc I had a feeling he might want pizza. So we took him to local pizzeria n got him a plain cheese slice. Low n behold, he had a huge smile on his face as he exclaimed “pizza!”
Me: “I think you should get Yoshi fixed- if ur not gonna breed her. She’s well over 4 yrs old. It’s not good for her-she’s getting old.”
Bro: “Stoooopp. She’s not old. She’s healthy! She’s actually on her period right now.”
Me: “Eww. I bet shes like dying to have sex. It’s only natural- I bet ITS all swollen n purple again. That shit gets big when she’s in heat.”
Bro: “Stooop! No she doesn’t! Stooopp!”
Me: “What do u mean ‘no she doesn’t!’ She’s a VIRGIN dog w hormones. It’s only natural. You better figure out what you wanna do before she gets REALLY old n end up with some awful cyst in her ovary or something. Or worse- she might come back all prego w a neighborhood romp w some weird breed. Imagine that. Half shiba inu n half god knows what!”
Bro: sounding defeated n sad “Fine. I guess ur right. I’ll gonna get her fixed. I’ll ask my vet bout it. Ur making me feel all weird- I’m gonna take Yoshi to the park now.”
So now that I have been living in the North, I am in cold weather-sphere and my lil crock pot has come in handy. The downfall of living up North and coming from the South is that I get so annoyed at all the weak attempts at BBQ and lack of BBQ made properly! So I got an insane craving for BBQ pulled pork the other day- let me clarify- like melt in your mouth- perfectly shredded and sauced BBQ pulled pork-and whaaaa laaaa after extensive research I came across this recipe- it was really easy and let me just add the pulled pork was so MOIST and had that slow cooked Southern taste I so craved. The funny thing about me is that I always seem to cook large quantities of food and to make it worse I am a nibbler. I nibble a little bit of this and little bit of that-then suddenly become full. Anyways, I consumed 2 sammiches. YUP 2 WHOLE sammiches with this BBQ PORK. I haven’t eaten that much since I was prego-that just tells you how yummy it was.
Here is the recipe:
4 lbs pork roast ( shoulder or butt- I used shoulder
2 large sweet onions
1 can ginger ale
1 (18 ounce) bottle favorite barbecue sauce
barbecue sauce, for serving
Slice one onion very thinly and place in crock pot- covering the bottom- I layered it.
Put in the roast and cover with the other onion, sliced. Pour over the ginger ale. Cover and cook on LOW for about 12 hours.
Remove the meat, strain all the fat and gunk and save the onions, discard all the liquid. With two forks, shred the meat, discarding any remaining fat, bones or skin.
Return the shredded meat and the onions to the crock pot, stir in the barbecue sauce. Continue to cook for another 4 to 6 hours on LOW.
And serve with buns or whatever pleases your soul.
The following entry was written by my buddy “who notices weird shit”. but that’s okay because I AM THE QUEEN OF WEIRD SHIT. This theory is brilliant and I LOVE APPLE products- with the exception of I-tunes.
Why Steve Jobs may be the Devil!
The following blog is why I came to the conclusion that Steve Jobs, head of Apple, is the true Devil. First and foremost, I would like to explain that I don’t really have a religion. Thus, the Devil reference is merely to counterpoint the accusations that Bill Gates is the antichrist from the Bible. Also, I am a supporter of Apple products. Therefore, I guess you can consider me the Devil’s advocate. In addition, this is mostly based off representation.
Now, onto my reflection as to why I consider Steve Jobs as the leader of the dark casted, soulless defectors of this universe. (Maybe that sounds a little too epic.) Anyways, according to the Bible, the antichrist would be someone unexpected. Someone who would charismatically come out and take the world by surprise once he reveals himself. However, this person was under our noses all this time. If people believed that Bill Gates was the antichrist, how come Steve Jobs wasn’t on the same playing field?
Lets look at some symbolism and parallels of the Apple Company with that of the Bible.
The Logo: Apple’s logo is an Apple that has been bitten into. Why? What does that stand for? Simple, the forbidden fruit that Eve bitten into.
The Comeback: When Jobs came back to Apple, he brought light to the ailing company with one simple product, the IPOD. The IPOD was based around one thing initially and that was music. In the Bible, Lucifer was the head of the choir. Coincidence? Steve Jobs = Lucifer (which btw, means light bearer in Latin)
The Product Placement: Why does everything that Apple produce, start with the letter I (i.e. Ipod, Ipad, Iphone, Imacs). I am probably reaching on this but I have two theories.
First theory, Apple likes to use the letter I because it subconsciously develops a sense of not wanting to share their I products with others…Which in turn, makes those who don’t have I products jealous and those who do have, selfish…(really I know a lot of people that don’t like sharing their I products) This theory has the 7 deadly sins written all over it…Lust, Greed, Envy and it does turn us into Sloths in some ways.
Second theory, the I is to make you realize, once the Apple truth is exposed, Steve Jobs is saying unto those who own his merchandise – (the first commandment)
There you have it. I certainly hope that this makes you think a little and was an entertaining read. (btw, if I disappear after this writing…blame chizaaang and bunniexoxo )
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Move here when you’re 18 or 22, maybe even 24. Come from somewhere else-the north, south, west, Xanadu- and come to realize that everyone living in New York is a transplant. Even the ones who grew up on the Upper East Side end up moving into a place downtown, which, as you’ll soon discover, is like moving to a different city.
Discover the cruel and bizarre world of New York City real estate. End up spending an obscene amount of money on something called a broker’s fee, first and last month’s rent and a security deposit. Cry a little bit in the leasing office but remind yourself that you’re so happy to be here.
Picture hearing a man playing the saxophone outside your bedroom window. End up hearing a lot of sirens instead. Figure it’s okay because it’s New York and you’re still so happy to be here.
Go out to bars in the Lower East Side because the Internet told you so. Fall in love with a bar called, Max Fish, and always stay out till four in the morning. Eat a falafel and have someone pay for a cab back to your apartment. Watch the sun start to rise while going over the Williamsburg Bridge and feel like your life is becoming some kind of movie.
Eat bad pizza but trick yourself into believing it’s good because it’s made in New York. Do the same thing with bagels and sex.
Meet people who will be your best friends for three or four months. They’ll help you transition into city life and take you to weird bars in Murray Hill. It will be like the blind leading the blind but once you get a firm grasp on things, you can stop returning their phone calls.
Watch your life in New York go through phases. Spend a summer in Fort Greene with a lover and get to know the neighborhood and its rhythms. Once the fling ends, forget the blocks, parks and restaurants ever existed and don’t return unless you have to.
Encounter a lot of people crying in public. Watch an NYU student cry in Think Coffee, a business woman in midtown sob into her cellphone, an old man whimper on a stoop in Greenpoint. At first, it will feel very jarring but, like everything else, it will become normal. Have your first public cry in front of a Bank of America. Cry so hard and don’t care if people are watching you. You pay good money to be able to cry in public.
Work long hours at a thankless job. Always be one step away from financial destitution. Marvel at how expensive New York is, how when you walk out the door, $20.00 immediately gets deleted from your wallet. Understand that even though no one has any money, everyone is privileged to live in New York City.
Go home for the holidays and run into old friends from high school. When you tell them that you live in New York, watch their eyes widen. They’ll say, “Oh my god, New York? That’s so crazy. I’m so jealous!” Have a blasé attitude about it but deep down inside, know they have good reason to be jealous.
Go home and feel relieved to be away from the energy of the city, that punishing 4:00 a.m. last call. Spend the first two days eating and sleeping, getting back to normal. Spend the last two days feeling anxious and ready to get back to your real home. Realize this city has you by the balls and isn’t going to let you go.
Someday you might grow tired of it all though. You might start crying in public more often than you’d like, have a bad break-up and want to pack it all up.
Certain moments of living in the city will always stick out to you. Buying plums from a fruit vendor on 34th street and eating three of them on a long walk, the day you spent in bed with your best friend watching Tyra Banks, the amazing rooftop party you attended on a sweltering hot day in July. These memories might seem insignificant but they were all moments when you looked around the city and felt like you were a part of it all.
When you leave the city, you probably won’t come back. Eventually your life in New York will seem so far away and sometimes you’ll even wonder if it really happened. Don’t worry. It did.
I absolutely LOVE the fresh aroma, refreshing taste and strong palate cleansing flavor cilantro brings. I really don’t understand the disgust of the average Korean when they taste cilantro in a dish. These cilantro haters* always grimace when they smell it and always ask for no cilantro in their pho. My brother in law’s fiance is a perfect example of a cilantro hater. We recently went to go eat this Vietnamese-Thai-Chinese fusion restaurant. I ordered these shrimp rolls as an appetizer. I felt so bad for her because when she bit into a shrimp roll inside it was filled with glorious cilantro- she nearly chokes and spits it out with absolute disgust! I love cilantro so much that I ALWAYS ask for extra cilantro when ordering pho and the Vietnamese server always looks dumbfounded- as if I’m not supposed to like it.
So lately, I’ve been on a cilantro kick. I’ve been scouring for recipes calling for lots of cilantro and I’m even thinking of growing fresh cilantro- shouldn’t get too carried away- after all, I lack in plant growing skills and I don’t think I could deal with a cilantro plant dying of all things! I would be devastated. Any tips on growing fresh herbs??
There’s a cute cafe here called- *drum roll please*- Cilantro. They roast and grind their own coffee beans and have an assortment of fresh daily baked goods. Someone brought me cilantro corn fritters from there and oh my heavens DELICIOUS! Unfortunately, they don’t make it daily so to satisfy my cravings-after experimenting, I have come up with my own recipe!
It’s a delicious for anytime of the day. I will post pics later.
Cilantro Corn Fritters
Here’s my recipe:
1 large egg
1/4 cp. milk
1 cp. pancake mix (I used Hungry Jack bc their pancake mix seems to make light and fluffier pancakes in comparison to other brands but I’m sure others will work just fine)
12 oz. can whole sweet kernel corn, drained
1/2 cp. of thinly sliced sweet onion, red bell pepper and scallions
Springs of cilantro- as much as you prefer
Fluffy fritters need a light hand, so don’t over beat the milk, egg and pancake mix. Add in all your vegetables and stir gently. Drop by teaspoonfuls into well greased griddle w hot olive oil - on med. high heat cook slowly until golden brown on both sides as if your cooking a pancake.
Serve with maple syrup, plain or with dipping sauce (recipe below).