It’s official: my annual brunch obsession has started. I experience this every year, and I think it’s because I begin thinking about Easter. I host it every year (party alert!) and it gets very brunchy around these parts. I know some people eschew the idea of brunch as ridiculous, but I have always been a big fan of the breakfast/lunch combo, especially when it’s well thought out and gives a nod to both meals equally. Don’t give me a bunch of lunch stuff and some eggs; alternatively, keep your full breakfast spread with some salad thrown in for good measure away from me. A good brunch should blend the best of both meals together; it’s not always to do, and that’s why my planning for Easter begins early. Continue reading →
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monday bites: raspberry lemon buttermilk muffins.
I’ve switched obsessions; raspberry is my thing this week, it seems. Call it a mixed berry slump; I feel like I haven’t had decent berries around in forever, and I miss them. Summer berries are my favorite, and although you can find berries in the store right now, they leave a lot to be desired. Thankfully, frozen raspberries are a great substitute, especially when you feel a deep urge to swirl some through ice cream (which you’ll see later this week) or bake them into muffins. Continue reading →
Pin Itfarmers’ market monday: the best oatmeal ever.
Also known as Orange-Scented Steel-cut Oatmeal + Apple Raisin Filling + Cinnamon Maple Cream, but try to fit that on a subject line.
Because everyone should have a good breakfast in the morning, but for me? I’d rather have an excellent breakfast. This counts as a Farmers’ Market Monday because of the apples, but I’m here for a much more serious purpose: To get Movita Beaucoup off to baking school with a happy, not-nevous tummy. This should do it. I have made for her – and for all of you – the most amazing steel-cut oatmeal ever found in nature. You’ll feel so good about yourself in the morning when you finish a bowl of this, you won’t have the brain space to be worried about anything in your upcoming day. You’ll feel like you could conquer the world. And if you don’t think you have time for all this steel-cut oatyness in the morning, think again; because I made this one “instant,” just for you. Promise. Continue reading →
Pin Itblueberry + pecan sticky buns.
Here’s the thing: these are crazy delicious. Too good to eat on a regular basis. I’m not going to lie and say you should make these all the time; you absolutely, positively should not. Save that for slightly more healthy things, like cranberry orange muffins. These maybe fall into the category of “whoa: get these away from me, I’m going to gain 5 pounds just looking at these big, beautiful, dripping-with caramel buns.” So, special occasion breakfasts then. Proceed with caution. Continue reading →
Pin Itred pepper + goat cheese frittata.
On thanksgiving morning, we normally do something pastry-ish. I’m unsure why, but we rotate between a New York-style crumb coffee cake or homemade monkey bread. Thinking about this tradition on a non-Thanksgiving morning, to be honest, makes me a little sick; if only because sweet breakfast foods seem a little unnecessary on the morning you’re going to stuff yourself full of food. I may feel differently this Thursday morning; we’ll see. Continue reading →
Pin Itcranberry, orange + walnut muffins.
What do you do when you purchase too many cranberries and oranges for your attempt at cranberry orange cornbread stuffing? Make muffins. Make them ahead of time to get the jump on breakfast over the Thanksgiving weekend, because they freeze like a dream. And it saves you a run to the bakery because no one can bring themselves to cook or bake one…more…thing. Maybe that’s just me, but doesn’t everyone get sick of looking at the kitchen after a few days of preparing Thanksgiving dinner? Or, if you’re a perfect hostess and would love nothing more to whip these up during the weekend bustle, be my guest; they don’t take much time to put together. Continue reading →
Pin Itblack pepper buttermilk biscuits.
Someone (and I won’t say who) has, for as long as I can remember, doubted my ability to make biscuits. Well, not so much my ability to make them as much as to make them in any sort of edible format. Mind you, they have nothing to base this on, except possibly my inability to make certain things that seem easy but are, in fact, not. Biscuit-making takes patience, some knowledge about what you’re trying to accomplish, and the will to resist any and all shortcuts you think you can take. Honestly; if it were really that easy to make an above-average, flaky biscuit, would they have 837 kinds of tube-encased ones to choose from at the store? No. Continue reading →
Pin Itrenato’s mom’s olive oil orange bundt.
I distinctly remember the first time I saw the first Baked cookbook in the bookstore years ago, but I can’t for the life of me remember why, specifically. But it struck me somehow. I didn’t take it home with me that day, but I thought about it after I had left. And thought about it some more. And fell in love with it from a distance because I had seen what was inside and it felt like something about it was just, well…different from all the other baking-centric cookbooks I’d seen. Continue reading →
Pin Itpumpkin muffins.
I’m just going to say it: there may be more than a few pumpkin-themed posts in the next month or so. The return of the pumpkin season is a pretty big deal around here, and I typically have sensory overload from seeing pumpkin-based recipes in every magazine, email, and food show I happen upon. This year, we’re starting simple: the World’s Most Perfect Pumpkin Muffin. Continue reading →
Pin Itapple strudel.
Let me tell you: this strudel was a project. More or less it was a project in my head because I managed to almost psych myself out of it before it began. You see, I have a tiny fear of filo dough. Not really “fear,” but I’m not always the best at doing things the way you’re exactly supposed to do them. When you’re whipping up a batch of sugar cookies, it’s not that big a deal. When you’re messing with temperamental sheets of dough stretched thinner than the outer layer of your skin…different story. Continue reading →




















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