Category Archives: Breakfast

Pretty, pretty.

Some Random This and That.

Happy hump day :/

– I made Miriam’s gluten free pancakes (with chicken sausage) for dinner last night.  They’re awesome!  They’re a little different than traditional pancakes, a little thinner, with a really nice nuttiness.  I would definitely make them again, thank you Miriam!  You can click here, and look under Comments for her recipe. Do you know, I was so tempted to drink a beer, since I was so good and had a gluten free dinner, I was wondering if maybe I’d earned it, but I didn’t.  I went to bed early instead.  I’m on a boring kick lately.

Pretty, pretty.

– I’ve been meaning to post a link to this Etsy shop for a couple of weeks, and keep forgetting.  My husband bought me a beautiful piece from them for Valentine’s Day, it’s a round druzy ring, and I’m in love with it. They have so many beautiful things.  I’ve become obsessed with all things geode. I love Etsy.

– My little knitting project is coming along nicely!  I finished one of the two hand warmers, which I’ll post pics of when my husband’s home to help me.  I learned today that it’s impossible to photograph both of your own hands.  I’m thinking of buying these two beauties for my next adventure.

Three Irish Girls – Roison and Winter Birch

– And finally, last week I had a high fever which, when it broke, I literally sweated out 5 pounds of apparent water weight.  I kid you not, 5 pounds.  What is up with that, and how can I keep it off for good?  No beer, I know that, but what other tricks are there?

Ok, off I go to work, and then tonight I’ll be making Kale and Roasted Vegetable Soup, I’ll let you know how that is.  Have a lovely day!

Cookie Nirvana

As a child I dreamed of being an adult, when I could eat cookies whenever I wanted…

As I mentioned once before, Allie makes the best cookies in the world.  Remember when cupcakes became the big thing and people raving about this or that cupcake bakery?  Well, someday when cookies are the kitschy new thing again, I imagine Allie being the cookie goddess who schools us all.

That said, I decided I’d treat us tonight with relatively healthy cookies for dinner.  I promise you, I am a pretty good mom, and I don’t always allow my kids to eat things like that for dinner, but this week has been a little tiring, the kids are missing their dad (away for work), and every dinner I’ve put in front of them for the last few nights went uneaten.  Allie posted the recipe for Cookie Robots, which are cookies with oatmeal, chocolate and dried fruit.  These ingredients are pretty healthy as far as cookies go, so what the hell, they ate a good lunch.

Normally I’m not a huge fan of any homemade cookie besides chocolate chip, but these are incredible.  The little bit of cinnamon in them makes the kitchen smell happy.They have the perfect gooey/crisp ratio, and they have an awesome, sweet/salty buttery-ness.  So good. They should be renamed PMS Cookies.  Plus, the tartness of the fruit (I used dried cherries) was nice, it broke up the richness so I didn’t feel sick to my stomach like I normally do after gorging myself on cookies.  The kids loved them, we are happy tonight.

Interestingly enough, after they ate their cookies, the kids asked for kosher dills and apples.  Go figure.

Wanna come over for dinner?

Supermom Cooking Challenge 002 – Mere’s Interpretation

Alison’s Baby Apple Hand Pies

I rarely bake.

When I first read Allie’s post (here) about her apple hand pies, I was pretty blown away.  I always knew that she really enjoyed cooking, but her post really hit home on just how much enjoyment she really gets out of it.  I’ve always thought of cooking as a huge chore.  I like it once I start, and feel good about the results, but I hate having to plan for it.  I almost never have the ingredients I need on-hand, and it’s hard for me to get inspired to make something really terrific.  She apparently has no problem with that whatsoever, which is great for me, I’ll just make whatever she tells me to.

So if you read this post, she took a whole afternoon to make these little tiny apple pies from scratch.  She’s always been so detailed and meticulous.  When we were little kids she once spent an afternoon making tiny little geese with Little House on the Prairie bonnets out of Crayola clay.  She even made tiny eggs that you could actually open, and a miniature baby was inside, hat and all.  Amazing.

The thought of spending a whole afternoon doing just about anything makes my head explode.  I like things in 20 minute increments.  I load my day with lots of things that take 20 minutes, because I am the complete opposite of Alison.  I like a crapload of variety in my life.  I’m trying to slow down a bit now though, because I’m starting to show signs of aging due to stress.

That said, I decided to make these pies, only because Alison loved them so.  I didn’t use homemade dough, because  That. Is. Crazy.  They were delishes (typo, I’m keeping it, it sounds like it’s spelled, like, DELISH – IZ).  Here’r (I like my new words!) the highlights :

Chopping was time consuming. Next time I’d put them in my food processor and save myself 20 minutes.

This person was being cute, and keeping me company while I chopped 3 apples for 30 minutes.

Apples, when they were done cooking in the pan.

Apple taco, just before I pinched it all together.

Yummy raw pie dough.

Getting crazy up in hur.

I don’t have fancy sparkle sugar, so I used brown, it was fine.

Happy mouth time.

All in all, this was a nice little recipe.  As a “working” mom, I could easily adjust the recipe to fit my packed schedule.  As I said before, I’d recommend using a chopper for the apples, pre-made dough, and I’d also double the recipe, because these were gone in minutes, which was disheartening because of the amount of time I spent making them (about 40 minutes of prep, but I’m slow).  They were delicious though, and I’d make them again.  Additionally, spices like clove, cinnamon and nutmeg are warming, and help you with a whole host of problems, according to Chinese and Ayurvedic medicine, and I’m all over that junk.  You can read more about that here.

Supermom Cooking Challenge 001 – Mere’s Interpretation

So, my sister calls me and tells me that last night, she made pumpkin waffles for dinner. Since I didn’t have dinner planned yet, I decided that’s what I’d make tonight.  Ironically, I’d made Eggo waffles and bacon for dinner last night, but since I was having a crazy day at work and zero time to think about what to make, I figured two nights of breakfast for dinner was worthwhile, if it would save me 10 seconds of thought.

After talking with her, I realized, “oh, I don’t own a waffle iron”.  Hmmm.  I could go buy one?  No.  I’ll make them into pancakes.  Ok.

The dish situation.

Oh God. Look at that table. No, don’t.

I finished up my crazy day at work and had 15 minutes to pick up the supplies I needed before I had to pick the children up from daycare.   Then, I picked up the kids, and they were insane as usual.  When we got in the door, they promptly began to bug me for a million things.  I had very little time to cook that night, because I had plans to meet up with a friend at 8:30.  I looked around the kitchen.  The sink was full of dirty dishes.  The kitchen table was covered in a pile of clean laundry that needed to be folded.  Before me sat a recipe for something made from scratch, with about 500 ingredients, and required 3 bowls.  I realized quickly that I’d made horrible misjudgment. Luckily, my husband got home just before I began to harm people.  I was relieved, until I saw him open the fridge, and start REHEATING LEFTOVERS for himself while the kids continued to harass me.  Whaaahh?

Me: I’m MAKING a DELICIOUS dinner!  Why are you doing that?
Jared: Oh, I thought you were making a pie for your friend.

I never make pie.  I never cook for friends.  I can barely cook for myself and kids, let alone friends.  Jared is so silly.  So, I explained the deal, and politely asked him to get the kids the fuck out of my site and entertain them.  He’s a good sport.  That being said, here’s a helpful warning:


Crying kid.

Oh, no mess you say? I wonder about that…

With no time to do the dishes or remove the laundry, I began making the food, in a rushed manner.  Throughout the process, the thought of “this was a terrible idea” ran through my head.  It was a lot of measuring and a lot of taking different sized bowls out of cupboards.  I made a little mess with all the powdery stuff.  I just wasn’t feeling it.  But, by the time I got to getting the egg whites beaten into stiff peaks, I began to feel better.  “I’m a good cook”, I thought.  Folding the egg whites into the pumpkin mixture was fun.  Once it was all mixed together, the children were allowed back into my life.  Now was the part where I spoon batter into the pan and make pancakes, which I’ve done before and felt comfortable with.

Once everything was cooked and we sat down to eat, I happily watched as my beautiful beasties fed pumpkin pancakes into their mouth-holes.  They loved them.  I took one bite and was instantly transported to a place I’ve been before, Pancake Nirvana.  They were yummy, crispy on the edges and soft inside.  Texture, perfect.  Flavor, delish.  And, truly, the thought pattern in my head switched from “This was a huge mistake.” to, “This was totally worth the effort.”.  Thank you, Alison.

Feeding their mouth-holes.

Note: Alison put her leftovers neatly into containers and froze them.  I, on the other hand, left them in the oven where I’d been warming them, and didn’t discover them again until 25 hours later.  Jared saw them later and put one in the toaster, which caused the oil from frying them to drip onto the coils, which almost caused a house fire.