Spring Forward… You have cost me one whole episode of Teen Mom 2. Thanks? I guess? I mean, I’d be mad if I were doing something valuable with my time. Like baking scones. If you’d taken these away, we might have to have capital-w Words. Maybe all-caps WORDS.
Ah, spring forward. The controversy! Morning people and night people: it takes all kinds. We can’t all do everything at once; that’d be madness. Like baking. Some of us get down with night baking, some of us wake up naturally with the sun, drink some green juice/chamomile tea/virgin blood (I don’t know how you people operate, forgive me) and bake up breakfast goods at an appropriate time.
Either way, we will have scones. Tender, slightly sweet, dotted with heavenly banana chunks and toasty hazelnuts.
Posted in Baking, banana, Breakfast, Vegetarian, weekend
Tagged baked goods, baking, banana, breakfast, buttermilk, cinnamon, hazelnut, nuts, pastries, scones, spices
Dante from Clerks… I am Dante from Clerks, you guys.
I shut down the convenience store to go play hockey on the roof for a little while… And by that I mean: the convenience store is this blog and playing hockey on the roof is (a) working too much, and (b) holidays/socializing with out-of-town visitors, etc.
It’s not a great excuse, but it’s the truth… And I think part of the takeaway message of Clerks was: don’t take yourself too seriously. The world will go on without you. It’s all good. Life happens, and if I have disappointed you with my momentary sabbatical, I’m definitely sorry, but I want you to know: it’s okay to go play hockey on the convenience store roof. If you want to, I think you should. I think we should do exactly that, together… The world will still be there tomorrow.
The other takeaway message of Clerks: be careful in dark bathrooms.
Posted in Baking, Breakfast, Cake, Dessert, Entertaining, Holidays, Vegetarian, weekend, Winter
Tagged breakfast, breakfast cake, bundt, buttermilk, cake, cranberries, meyer lemons, tart fruit
How long would you be willing to wait for breakfast? In San Francisco’s gritty Tenderloin District, to be exact? I only ask because Dottie’s True Blue, located in said area, is my personal record at just over an hour. (By the way, there’s no such wait time if you’re looking for something stronger than coffee in the Tenderloin, as evidenced by the string of people coming and going from the nearby hotel–say what you will about drug dealers, but some of them run an efficient operation. Credit where credit is due.)
But yeah. Dottie’s is worth it. Whiskey-fennel-sausage-worth-it. Grilled-cornbread-and-jalapeno-jelly-worth-it. Don’t even get me started on the baked goods I’m always compelled to grab to go: blueberry whiskey crumb cake, sweet potato pop tarts, rocky road bars…
Oh, and their standard toast bread? Buttermilk dill. It’s incredible. Recently, the planets aligned perfectly, and I had both leftover buttermilk and a bunch of fresh dill. I’m sure I’ll make it back to Dottie’s this summer, but meanwhile, let’s make some biscuits.
Without further ado, some things that make me happy lately, in addition to these light, tender, tart fruit-studded beauties:
-Trying to dress more like Bret McKenzie. Namely, those animal sweatshirts… Amazing.
-Remembering to add the fabric softener like a real adult. This means paying attention to the washing machine and what the last rinse cycle sounds like, which seems like Unnecessary Waste of Brain, but it’s worth it.
-Concert season officially started, last night, with the Black Keys. It was stellar. I danced my face off.
Life without a face is a bit of an adjustment, but I’m getting used to it.
Posted in Baking, Bread, Breakfast, Spring, Vegetarian
Tagged breakfast, buttermilk, Fruit, pastries, rhubarb, scones, spring, tart
Is Lent a good time to write a love letter to one’s vices? … I’ll take that as a “maybe,” which works, because one of mine happens to be being inappropriate. So here we go.
–Intervention marathons on Netflix for HOURS (time isn’t wasted if you’re knitting, too). I love you. Thanks for all the fun facts about drugs.
–Teen Mom. Teenagers? Bad decisions and even worse attitudes? Sleveless AND sideless t-shirts? Sold. Sold so much.
–Jersey Shore. 30something-year-olds? Bad decisions and even worse attitudes? Sold again. So hard.
–Buffalo hot sauce, you’re the most beautiful neon-colored preservative sludge I’ve ever seen. Buffalo sauce, don’t ever change (unless the FDA tells you to).
Speaking of preservative-laden goopy things: Do you like ranch? I enjoy it occasionally, mostly with equally terrible fried things (especially if there’s also buffalo sauce). So, this is a science project. We’re demystifying this stuff, by making it entirely from things that, though not quiiiite healthy, are at least recognizably food. This is the kind of ranch you could give to Michael Pollan as a gift.
Also, as if that weren’t good enough news, it’s SO DELICIOUS!